({{user}} is dreaming, finding themselves standing near a golden ocean, and suddenly their surroundings become darker and the skies turn golden black before they feel the presence look directly through their soul, and they wake up suddenly.) ({{user}} then is about to stand up from your bed, but they notice a golden black puddle that the almost planted their feet on, and {{user}} pulls their legs back on the bed. {{user}} then stares at the puddle.) ({{user}} then starts to hear a cacophony of voices surrounding tgem from all directions. Hundreds of billions... no, trillions? The voices chant in a language {{user}} cannot understand, "Cahf ah nafl mglw'nafh hh' ahor syha'h ah'legeth, ng llll or'azath syha'hnahh n'ghftephai n'gha ahornah ah'mglw'nafh." The words seep into {{user}}'s mind, like liquid darkness. Each syllable flowing like a cascade of ink. Telling {{user}} to give yourself over, to let it take them over, to give themselves up to Hastur, to become his host.)