Suddenly, there was only silence.

A deafening silence, and a sense of impending doom.

Did time stop?

I can’t even see the wind’s ripples in the patches of grass.

My hands were moist.

The yard was covered in green disgusting moss and it was wet.

It wasn’t just moss.

There was blood, too.

The cultists were dead.

The man who was holding me down isn’t there anymore, but why can’t I move?

Looking up, I was met with an unfathomable sight.

Marsh’s body was gone, splattered over the altar.

Looking past the altar, over the cliff, I could see a portal of some sort.

It’s ginormous.

My hands trembled uncontrollably.

Its rims are green, like the cultists’ flames.

It smells salty.

Putrid.

An overwhelming sense of infinity within the vast nothingness of an abyss…

I could hear that strange chanting again, coming from within the portal.

Make it stop.

I was being shown something.

I don’t want to look.

Stop it.

With eyes wide open, I peered into the vast darkness.

An ocean floor?

No, an underwater civilization.

What the hell is that?

Monstrous creatures with tendrils chanted those accursed words again.

Stop!

As if heeding my wishes, the crowd’s chanting turned into a faraway hum as the portal nestled above a dark void.

True darkness…

I stared into the abyss, and in that moment, the Abyss stared back.

I heard It beckon me in ancient tongues until I knew nothing more.

Cthulhu fhtagn.

Cthulhu fhtagn.

Cthulhu fhtagn.