The tide ebbed and flowed, symbols broke and reappeared. Standing on the rift between history and reality, they clenched fingers smeared with alum paste, racing to write a code of their own for this ancient chaos before it swallowed them whole.
(Lovecraftian ocean horror × the passing down of generational memories. When the indescribable depths learn to imitate humanity, our sharpest weapon is the past we have never forgotten.)
