The shadowy figures stood in a circle, surrounding a crumpled shape on the floor. The room they were in was almost pitch black, lit only by some lightly glowing markings on the floor. As one of the figures started chanting ominous-sounding almost-words: “C' ymg' ulnah ahch' fahf ah'ehyeagl. Ymg' c' ah. The nyth'drn ot c' ron. Mgr'luhah hai.”. As these four phrases are repeated, the glowing markings start to flicker, and the air thickens. Every individual in the room feels something they cannot explain but still fear.Suddenly, a horrific tearing sound emanates from nowhere, and the crumpled shape on the floor spasms, violently convulsing, as the child screams in agony. Muscles visibly contort and stretch under the child’s skin, as the sound in the room rises to deafening levels. Almost as swiftly as it had started, the noise and commotion ended with a deafening cracking sound, the child collapsing to a heap on the floor and several of the shadowy figures stumbling, but managing to remain standing in their places.The shadowy figures looked down at the child and then up at each other, a mixture of triumph and uncertainty on their faces. One of them let out an ecstatic cry, “We have succeeded! We have-“, before they could finish the child writhes on the floor and lets out a bloodcurdling scream, followed by a guttural growl, “Ah'legeth…”.As the child stands, several shadowy figures step back in fear, and the child’s head splits open down the middle, like someone unzipping a coat, and inside is an incomprehensible darkness. Two of the figures look into this darkness and start to shake, blood pouring from their eyes and ears. The others shout in alarm but then freeze as they feel a terrible, unconfrontable presence emerge into the room. “Ah'mglw'nafh.” It speaks directly into their minds, as its inescapable will descends on them and reality tears asunder.
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An indeterminate amount of time later, the presence surveys the space it occupies, an unremarkable basement, belonging to an unremarkable abandoned mansion, in the middle of the countryside. The only physical thing remaining is the body of a child, lying in the centre, no longer convulsing but just mildly shaking, as if it is cold. The presence knows that the child is ending, and a fury rises within it again. A few moments later, it makes its choice and with a single, simple utterance disappears as it ceases to be on this plane of existence. “Azathhnah.”.
An even longer amount of time later, a sudden commotion erupts as police rush into the basement to find a child waking up, looking around very confused. “What? Where? Who?” It asks, before fainting into the arms of a policewoman who rushes out to the ambulance parked outside.
