The Atmosphere Suddenly Turned Lovecraftian

For twenty-three years, Danduo had only her chuunibyou heart and a head full of fantasies to set her apart. The only word she could find to describe herself was probably ordinary. Ordinary schooling, an average job, going through the motions day after day, no different from anyone else in the crowd. Until one day, she suddenly jolted awake and saw that a strange sentence had appeared at some point on the blank document in front of her. The world is changing. · The world is changing. The parrot at home unfurled its leaves like a flower, its roots winding around someone's fingers. Cars on the road turned into sacks of cargo, their chitinous forelegs puncturing their shells as they writhed desperately. When the deep blue sky dropped frames, an eerie red mist, like a towering wave, appeared. The enormous, terrifying canopy of a tree kept howling as it spread in every direction. The webs and slime hanging from the branches spat out the bones of their last meal, then fell silent, waiting quietly for the next blood sacrifice. Danduo: This doesn't look like the world changing. It looks like Cthulhu's waking up. Cthulhu waking up: Cthulhu's return. The unknown Great Old Ones and primordial terror are awakening. Fortunately, the insignificant have never given up resisting. They still face that alien starry sky and resolutely throw a brave punch. A You recently read a few works by Mr. Lovecraft and became fascinated with this kind of cosmic horror. This is my first attempt at cosmic horror, so it probably won't get too intense. Theme: Humanity's greatness lies in the greatness of its courage