Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn 3

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Whispers in between dry pieces of parchment speak of a new age to come. Thoughts between the pages foreshadow the horror to come. Magicks once bound in prophecy shall now unfold.

The stars are right.

It is the day called Black Morbid, when all eyes turn away from the dark ring of hooded figures in favor of pink hearts and their doomed loved ones. On that pitch-black night in the shadows of a great Institvte, the wind carries sounds of chants in forbidden and forgotten languages. Something slowly appears. It is jet black, a shade of black so deep your eye just slides off it.

Preparations are complete.

In the Library of Alexandria, hundreds of Ancient Texts have been collected. You are certain that this is where all knowledge to summon the Great One resides. You stand here with a few friends and many unexpected cultists. But all of you agree on one course of action.

You must summon Cthulhu.

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn

She is rising...