All fear stems from the unknown. In the eternal universe, the real rule is disorder and chaos. Explore the crazy "Revelation of Glaaki", inherit the crazy "Necronomicon", everything is no different from poison.
Cthulhu and the Familia sleep in the ocean, the Ancient Ones and Shoggoths in the Antarctic frozen soil, the great race of Yith and the flying hydra buried deep underground, and the coming Ghroth declares the end of everything.
(Okay, this is my first time writing a novel, so I'm just testing the waters. Comments and corrections are welcome)
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