My mind churned as it tried to comprehend the scene before it. Several thoughts and emotions swirled around the pathways of my brain. Ravishing. Chaos. Astonished.

Portals to another dimension had opened around the city. Indescribable baleful vistas could be seen through these rifts between worlds. The Great Old Ones were returning. Abhorrent many-limbed monstrosities oozed out into our world, heralds for its reaping and annihilation.

Whispers at the back of my mind became screams as I tried to understand what I was seeing happening in front of me. Then, I realized the screams weren’t just inside my head; they were from everywhere around me. From somewhere beyond my own space and time came a great roar filled with doom and dread. These words were repeated, “Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wg’ah’nagl fhtagn.” (In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.)

“He sleeps no longer; he has come.”