A follower, injured, but not dead. Clawing its way to the open sea. A trail of green puss like blood.

Swimming deeper and deeper. Ribs cracking with the pressure. Incomplete gills struggling. The Star Stones were in sight. Moving them would not be a task for this half human hybrid. He just had to stay alive long enough.

If he succeeded, Cthulhu would rise. Rise. Rise. Absorb the light. Absorb humanity.

Randolph awoke, and instinctively looked out of his window. Out across the bay. Out to sea...

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents... some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new Dark Age."

― H.P. Lovecraft