I once thought that madness only existed in the ravings of mental patients, until I joined the Mysterious Bureau, and those dusty true thoughts gradually uncovered the truth that was deliberately buried deep in the universe. Beyond the boundaries of human cognition, the sleeping Old Ones were breathing in the chaos. They were invisible, nameless, and indescribable, but penetrated into every forgotten corner with twisted power. Those weird legends that have been passed down for thousands of years, pedestrians who disappeared for no reason, and the murmurs that no one understands in the middle of the night are not lies, but the whispers of existence to mortals.
When I followed the clues and stepped into the forbidden land abandoned by the world, the rational dam suddenly collapsed. The scene in front of me transcended the language. Reality began to distort, flesh and blood began to mutate, and everything around me revealed a cruel fact - human beings are just insignificant ants in the dust of the universe, and the so-called civilization is just a short-lived illusion.
In the end, I became the Sixth Old One, taking on the form I hate most in the world.
From the moment I caught a glimpse of the truth, I could never look back. Reason is swallowed by madness, memories are invaded by unfamiliar images, and even the soul is slowly being pulled by the abyss. I will eventually understand that the most terrifying thing is never death, but that after knowing the truth, I will sink into indescribable fear forever, becoming a silent believer and sacrifice of the old existence.
