@haliphax Beneath the last thought of the universe, I summon the thing that was never born and cannot die—the hunger behind the veil, the black intelligence coiled in the gulf between dimensions. It rises without shape, yet every shape flinches before it. Its presence is an infection in reality: candles gutter, stone remembers fear, and the mind that names it begins to crack.It is here.It is aware.And it has you in its sights.