Dedicated to the Lord of Eternal Night

The traces of God remain in the world and breathe. The memory of three generations has been repeatedly smeared and is decaying. I heard whispers outside the walls. [Female Protagonist × Cthulhu × Alien Magic × Harem] "From the embers crushed by the gods, mortals pick up the warmth that has not yet cooled down, even if the firelight can only illuminate the palms of their hands."