Once again, you hear whispers in your dreams. The slimy voice, like that of an inorganic substance, chants a long series of obscure syllables. The darkness creeps, and there is a sight cast from the deepest depths. It was the most powerful and unnameable presence. The initial fear that was enough to tear your nerves apart has turned into a sweet serenity, and you understand your mission at this moment. Offer tribute to that great being and wish him to break free from his prison and let chaos come again!