The Great Old One stirs in the abyss. Beneath the waves, R'lyeh trembles, its cyclopean stones dripping with the blood of aeons. His dreams seep into our world—fractured minds, shattered skies, and a scream that never ends. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. He is coming. You cannot run.