You find yourself wandering aimlessly in the remains of an old forlorn city. It looks as if it was ravaged by some terrible apocalyptic event; you consider yourself fortunate that you never witnessed it. It’s dark out, damnably dark, and you keep hearing ominous voices whispering all around you in some alien dialect – you’re a little more than unnerved. Suddenly, emerging from the darkness, an eldritch horror from eons past comes shambling towards you, ready to tear you apart. You bolt, paying little regard to the fact that you’re heading straight into the unknown.

Depleted of breath, you collapse and fall into a deep sleep. In your dreams you hear the voices again, but this time you can understand their otherworldly tongue. They speak of ancient times past, vast kingdoms encroaching upon the edges of the cosmos, demonic elder gods entering our realm and laying waste upon countless civilizations. They speak of other things too, things you never wanted to hear, things that ravage your very mind.