He came to me in my dreams only less than a year ago. My frantic searching for knowledge and research sessions lasting until three in the morning cast a message of my awakening across the universe like the ripple of a snapped blanket. I dreamt of an Old One wholly unlike Cthulhu, and I beared Witness to shapes beyond even the limitations of Him. The octopoid-bat-lizard-etcetera form generally-informed people have come to ignorantly equate to Cthulhu, as us Awakened know, is only a sliver of His form - the sliver our dimensionally-limited human psyches can comprehend and correlate. This One, however, that called to me from below in my dreams, He was the Old One of the Old Ones; what Cthulhu is to us, He may be to Cthulhu, and thus beyond the scopes of human perception ENTIRELY. I beared Witness, I gazed and looked without my eyes, at something my mind could not understand and my memory could not preserve, and I felt His Call, His desperate Call that sunk to the level of humanity. I felt the temptation He cast with lust and sin, I heard the cries of fellow observers in an English-based dialect of the R’lyeh text. Though we call Him the Great Dreamer, and it is true that Cthulhu Calls, he is not the only One who calls. The reality is Cthulhu Calls, and THEY ALL CALL. The Thief of Reality has stolen from me what was never mine to begin with, as the universe has always and will always belong to those - Them - strong enough to influence it. With what little time we have in the grand scheme of intergalactic existence, perhaps we should answer the Call that has been calling since times older than man. Iä Iä, Cthulhu fhtagn..