Your mind generates your thoughts. Your thoughts control your actions, your actions shape your environment. Your environment effects the world. But who or what is it that controls your mind?
Deep in some unknown abyss Cthulhu lies. Motionless. Inert it seems. Dead... maybe, but the dead do not dream. Unholy visions and patterns of death and decay rage through its mind. With a force to be reckoned with, its abominable thoughts create a ripple on the surface of the space-time continuüm. An unhearable mantra is generated.
Cthulhu's song searches its victims, and vibrates through the living tissue of their brains, only slightly altering their content. It is all that is necessary: soon the slaves shall rise, unknowingly obeying their master. Preparing the way for Cthulhu's arrival. Preparing the way for our doom.
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