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[text]In the southern hemisphere, on a Patagonian island, a village leader promised me deliverance by petitioning the only creature on earth who had control over time and space. Intrigued, I followed him high into the snow-capped mountains; into the maw of an unbelievably sized cavern. Our steps echoed hollow, and deep within the damp, cool, blackness until we stopped on a raised dais just short of a large oddly shaped looking glass.
My guide mumbled under his breath as he lit torches on either side of the crude platform. To my horror, the growing shock of light revealed a leviathan the size of a zeppelin, lying on a bed of skeletal remains. My unbelieving face gaped back at me from the inky pupil of this creature.
I ran stumbling, and screaming, the world askew, towards a pinhole of light, a lifetime away from my grasping outstretched hands.
“Cthulhu sleeps,” my guide’s voice echoed in diminishing cantor, “… and we are his dreams …”



