I used to think madness existed only in the ravings of the mentally ill. That was until I joined the Mysterious Affairs Bureau, and the sealed truths began to reveal themselves, one corner at a time. The truths deliberately buried in the depths of the universe lie beyond the limits of human understanding. The Old Ones slumbering in the chaos breathe, formless, nameless, indescribable, yet their twisted power seeps into every forgotten corner. The strange legends passed down for thousands of years, the people who vanish without a trace, the unintelligible whispers in the dead of night: none of them are make-believe. They are existence itself whispering to mortals.
When I followed the clues into a forbidden land abandoned by the world, the dam of reason collapsed with a roar. The scene before me was beyond the reach of language. Reality began to warp, flesh began to mutate, and everything around me proclaimed one cruel truth: humanity was no more than an insignificant ant in the dust of the universe, and what we called civilization was merely a fleeting illusion.
In the end, I became the Sixth Old One, transformed into the very thing the world despised most.
From the moment I glimpsed the truth, there was no going back. Madness devoured my reason, unfamiliar images invaded my memories, and even my soul was slowly dragged toward the abyss. I would eventually understand that the most terrifying thing was not death, but knowing the truth and then sinking forever into indescribable fear, becoming a silent devotee and sacrifice to the Old Ones.
