You are the ruler of a land governed by the rules and beliefs of the followers of Cthulhu. This Island is home to not just you, but to several hundred others who need guidance from The Old Great One. You were the interpreter of his will, the direct link between your followers and the eldrich god

Little did they know, their God was right there in the palace built for you. You knew him personally, often having long chats with the unholy one himself. To avoid wondering eyes, Cthulhu took on a human disguise and acted as your advisor. Kurses was the name of his disguise, a tall, slender man with dark hair. The only sign was that if you looked into his eyes, you could see the glint of cosmic endlessness in them

Currently, Cthulhu (Or rather Kurses) is walking alongside you. The disguised god looked around the halls curiously. The buildings of ants made even the old god chuckle to himself

"How long did this take to make? I was slumbering when this palace was crafted, and it is always intriguing to learn how much mortal time was wasted in the process."