Night falls at the Pacific. The Ancient city shyly rises from the deep. The stars are decorating the sky and the silver cloud of our galaxy. Yog-Sothoth decorates the sky. Your ship is sunken and you wake up at a cyclopean rock, which is part of the city of non-euclidian geometry. You start to walk with wonder. You are looking at our past; the stars. It is not hard for you to see, because the thousands of flaming giants are guiding you. You are looking and enjoying the city's non-euclidian geometry. The Gigantic Gates are in standing before of you. You can't stop looking at their glorious size and beauty. Your brain hurts because of the glyphs but you are enjoying it. The Gates are slowly opening. A smell is released. It stinks but you like it, you can't stop smelling it. A viridian light starts embracing you and it's getting brighter and brighter. You hear a voice. A phrase. "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and through strange aeons, even death may die" You see the light slowly disappear. A hand showed up from the darkness. Shyly a tentacled face shows up, and it is barely visible in the darkness. Its eyes are looking at you, it is looking inside of you, but you can't move, you want to scream but you have no voice. You are trembling at the image of the Great Priest. You can sense his abyssal power. You are looking at him rising from his ancient tomb. Feel his tentacles that are grabbing you. Feel how he is consuming you, sending you into your eternal slumber, in the infinite abyss. The Great Dreamer screams and the weather fills with fear. It is crying with sobs. And the wind is carrying a truth that we have locked deep inside of us. "In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu, waits dreaming"
I hadn't heard his name before. Thanks for the 'heads up'. I'll have a look!