I have become aware of a recent weakening in the metaphysical fabric that separates our living, sane world from the sunken and sleeping realm of R’lyeh, where that which is not dead lies eternal. But if that fabric is torn, “eternal” will sure come quick.
It is the work of some stupid man, fallen under the influence — effective even in their slumber — of the Great Old Ones. He foolishly intends to bend them to his will. He threatens the sanity of the world. I must stop him.
