In my opinion, there is nothing more benevolent about this world than the human mind, which cannot be comprehended in its entirety, and we live on an island of calm called ignorance, surrounded by an endless sea of darkness, and we should not have sailed far in the first place.

Even scientists have speculated that the universe has a magnificent and incredible cycle in which our world and humanity are mere passers-by. According to their speculation, there are creatures that survive such cycles, and under the shell of false optimism, descriptions of them freeze in the blood, and I have caught a glimpse of something forbidden from ancient times, but not from the knowledge of a Theosophist, and every time I think about it, it makes my bones creep and my scalp tingle.

I only felt that I had reached another world, and this world was full of unknowns.

Every time I dream about it, I go crazy and indebted, and like all horrific encounters in reality, the origin of that glance is also because of unrelated things, accidentally put together.

My friend sent me her notes and an old newspaper, and I wrote this journal in the hope that no one else would ever piece together the truth, and of course as long as I lived, I would not have consciously provided the key chain for this horrific connection.

And that friend of mine was also going to keep silent as far as he knew, and if it weren't for the sudden snatching of him by the Grim Reaper, he would have destroyed his notes.

It began in the winter of that year, when a clergyman died, who was the bishop of the church, who specialized in various languages, and whose reputation was so great that he was often consulted by the heads of books in major museums, so many people should remember his death at the age of 92.

But in his hometown, people are more interested in the mysterious cause of his death, the sudden death of the bishop on the ferry that had just returned from London.

Witnesses said that a black man who appeared to be a crew member suddenly rushed out of a dark alley next to the ramp and violently pushed him, and then the leader fell to the ground, and the doctor found no obvious physical problems, and after a discussion without turning over the weaving, it turned out that he was too old, and the ramp was too steep, causing some kind of unknown damage to his heart, which eventually led to death.

At the time I had no reason to object to the doctor's judgment, but recently I have begun to doubt.

I checked, and he left all the papers, and for this purpose he carried all his files and boxes to my place of residence, and most of the materials that had been sorted out were handed over to the publishing house for publication, but one of the boxes caused me great confusion, and I was very reluctant to show it to others, and there was a box, which was originally locked, and I could not find the key, until I remembered him, and always kept the keys in my pocket, so I succeeded in opening the box, and a more insurmountable one appeared in front of me, Closed tighter barriers.

What does it mean that there is a strange piece of clay in the box, bas-reliefs, and a lot of disorganized notes, notes, and briefings? Could it be that the bishop has shaken his faith?

This bas-relief is roughly rectangular, less than a centimeter thick, about five centimeters long and wide, and six centimeters by six centimeters, and looks like a modern work, but the pattern is far from modern civilization in tone and operation.

While there are many wild variants of the First and Futurists, few of them can reproduce the mysterious sense of rules that are shallow in ancient texts, and a large part of these motifs are clearly certain scripts, and although I have eaten the bishop's treatises and collections, I can't tell which script they are. I can't even think of any script with the faintest resemblance to it.

On top of these seemingly hieroglyphic symbols, there is a drawing of His Holiness charting something, but the Impressionist technique fails to clearly show what it is. He seems to be some kind of monster, or perhaps a monster of symbolic representation, a shape that only the sick imagination can conceive.

If I say that my imagination may be overactive, and I see the octopus dragon and the twisted human at the same time, I should not have deviated from the spirit of this portrait, the body of the skull is soft and the body underneath the side is strangely covered with scales and underdeveloped wings, and the overall outline of the most shocking and terrifying is that behind this image, you can faintly see the buildings cut by the rocks.

Along with this strange object, there are also a number of written materials, except for a stack of newspaper clippings, which are undoubtedly manuscripts left by the bishop not long ago, and they are definitely not written works, the most important document is the title "The Gods of Cthulhu".

The manuscript is divided into two parts, the first part is about dreams and the study of dreams, and the second part is about someone's speech and related reports.

The rest of the manuscripts are brief notes, some of which record bizarre dreams of several people, and some of which are excerpts from Theosophical books and magazines.

There are also commentaries on ancient secret societies and secret sleepies, with passages quoted in the notes from mythological and anthropological texts.

The first half of the manuscript tells an unusually bizarre story.

A somber young man came to visit the bishop out of nowhere, looking very nervous and excited, with a strange piece of terracotta bas-relief.

The relief had just been made, and it was still very damp, and his business card had Anthony on it.

The bishop recognized the name and remembered her

A prominent family with a slight friendship with the main school is the youngest son of the family.

In recent years, studying carving at a certain academy and living alone in the Lily apartment near the school, Anthony is a precocious young man, recognized as gifted, but eccentric by nature, from an early age he loves to tell strange stories and bizarre dreams, the baby is quite popular, he claims to be highly nervous, and living in this lonely old commercial city, his family only thinks he is more weird.

Never socializing with relatives and disappearing from social view, he now has a reputation among small aesthete groups from other towns, and even some art clubs dedicated to maintaining his conservative tendencies consider him hopeless.

According to the manuscript, during that visit, the young sculptor abruptly asked for advice, using his knowledge of archaeology to help him identify the hieroglyphs on the reliefs, and he spoke with a trance-like and unnatural expression, as if he were detached.

The bishop's tone of voice was a little scathing, because the relief was obviously new and could not have any connection with archaeology, but Antony's answer made a deep impression on the bishop, and as soon as it was later able to record it word for word, the empty poetry reflected in this passage is undoubtedly the classic language of Antony, and I later found that this passage is highly reflective of his character.

"Yes, that's what I'm doing new, and the dreams I had last night in my dreams of the weird city are older than Manson's Tyre, the pensive Sphinx, and ancient Babylon surrounded by gardens." That's what the young man said.

Then he began to tell a strange story, which suddenly awakened a sleeping memory and aroused the bishop's fanatical interest.

There was a slight earthquake the night before, but this place has never had such a strong earthquake.

The bishop's imagination was severely affected by this, and when he fell asleep he had a dream that he had never dreamed before, in which he dreamed that the city was full of rock-made colossal stones and stone pillars, all stained with a green liquid and permeated with a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.

The walls and stone pillars were covered with hieroglyphs, and from the unfathomable depths beneath his feet, there was a sound that could hardly be considered a sound, a very chaotic feeling that could only be imagined and transformed into sound, in which he barely captured some stray characters that were almost impossible to pronounce: Cthulhu...... Fotan.

It was these two jumbled words that opened the door of memory, and made the bishop both excited and uneasy, and he interrogated the sculptor with the rigor of scientific research with almost fanatical enthusiasm for studying the bas-relief, for the young man awoke from his dream and found himself working on it in bewilderment.

He was wearing only pajamas, shivering from the cold.

The bishop said that if he hadn't been old, he would have recognized the hieroglyphs and strange images on the bas-reliefs.

Anthony felt that many of the bishop's problems were digressive, especially the attempt to unite the visitor with the bizarre order or occult society, which made Anthony even more incomprehensible because the bishop repeatedly assured that he would remain silent, hoping to get Anthony to admit that he belonged to some thriving occult society or order.

The bishop eventually believed that the sculptor was indeed unaware of any occult groups or orders, and she begged the visitor to continue reporting to him about future dreams.

This request bore fruit on a regular basis, and after the first interview, the manuscript would be memorized every day, phone calls from young people describing shocking nightmarish episodes, always of which were terrifying megalithic cities, and ten pieces of ticking liquid, and even cries of cries or monotonous cries of intelligent beings from the ground.

These sounds have an incredible emotional impact, but the content is always indistinguishable, and even the most repeated two short syllable-transformed texts: Cthulhu...... Lalaye......

The manuscript continues to write that on March 23, the young man did not contact the bishop.

After contacting the young man's residence, the protagonist learns that the young man has contracted an unexplained fever and has been sent back, screaming in the middle of the night, waking up several other artists in the building before losing consciousness and sometimes falling into a state of madness.

The bishop immediately called his house, and from then on began to keep a close eye on his condition, and when he learned of the doctor who treated the young man, he called the doctor every day, and sounded that the young man's mind was tormented by fever, and that he was addicted to strange visions, and that the doctor occasionally shivered with a chill when he relayed them, which not only contained the contents of his previous dreams, but also mentioned a very large monster.

The monster walked or crawled and moved slowly, and he refused to describe the monster in detail anyway, except for the occasional crazy remark.

Hearing the doctor's story, the protagonist is sure that he must be a young man, the unspeakable strange monster carved out of his dream.

The doctor also said that every time this monster appeared, the young man would inevitably lose consciousness, and strangely enough, although his body temperature was not high, but on the whole, it was more like he was really burning than suffering from some kind of mental illness.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon of April 2, all of Anthony's symptoms suddenly disappeared, and he sat up in bed to find that he had no impression of everything that had happened in his home from the night of March 22 to this moment, whether it was a dream or a reality.

The doctor declared him cured of his illness and returned to his original accommodation three days later

But for the bishop, he could no longer be of much help, and as his body recovered, the strange and strange dreams dissipated without a trace, and from then on the dreams he spoke of were nothing more than ordinary dreams, meaningless and insignificant, and after a week, the bishop would never remember his dreams again.

This concludes the first part of the manuscript, but some of the scattered notes that have been drawn up have become material for further reflection, and there are so many of them that I still can't believe that this is the artist because of the deep-seated skepticism that shaped my own worldview.

These notes are descriptions of their respective dreams by different people, all from the time when Anthony was caught in a bizarre dream as a young man.

The bishop seems to have quickly established a large and extensive investigative program, and almost all of his friends who could be questioned without getting angry were included.

He asked them to report what dreams they had each night, as well as dreams worth mentioning in the past period, and the date of the dream, and the response to her request varied, but in general, he did get a lot of feedback, and ordinary people would not be able to handle such a large amount of material without the help of a secretary, and the original manuscript has not been preserved, but the notes he excerpted are complete and detailed.

The stalwarts of high society and business people almost all gave the answer, and the answer was only a few occasional sporadic people, and then there was an uneasy but indescribable feeling at night.

It was almost between March 23 and April 2, the period when young Anthony had delusions.

The scientists were slightly more affected, but it was nothing more than a blurred description, with brief glimpses of strange faces, including one mentioning a fear of something anomalous.

The results noteworthy, from artists and poets, I have to say, would have erupted in horror if they had the opportunity to cross-note them, and in fact, given the lack of the original letters, I had some doubts that the questions posed by the fabricators were too tempting. Perhaps only what I wanted to see, so I still think that Anthony somehow learned something about the bishop's past, so the money came to deceive the poor old man.

The feedback from the aesthetes tells a disturbing story of a large percentage of them dreaming of very strange things from February 28 to April 2.

And during the time when Anthony had delusions, they all dreamed that the intensity increased infinitely.

One-quarter of all reported statements by those who mentioned that specific sensations and non-voices were similar to Anthony's description.

Some dreamers admit that they felt intense fear when they finally saw the unspeakable monster, and the notes focused on a tragic case.

The central character is a well-known architect with a love of Theosophy and the Occult, who, on the day of the seizures of the young Anthony, falls into a state of serious madness, constantly screaming what the inhabitants of hell have escaped to catch him, beg others to save him, and finally die a few months later.

If the protagonist had arranged these cases in terms of people instead of serial numbers, I would have tried to confirm and investigate them myself, but unfortunately it backfired, and I could only find a few people.

However, the results were exactly as described in the notes, and I often wondered if the bishops' interviewees were as puzzled as these people. It's better that they never know the truth.

The newspaper clippings that I have mentioned before me are also examples of panic and madness during this period, and some of the newspaper companies that the bishop must have hired because of the sheer number of newspaper clippings from all over the world.

In a nighttime suicide in London, a man sleeping alone let out a terrible scream and then jumped out of a window.

The editor of a report in South America receives a letter with a bad preface, a madman who deduces a terrible future from the visions he sees.

There are even a group of theosophical people who put on white robes for some glorious consummation, but what awaits them does not happen.

A painter named Aldo hung an insulting work at an exhibition in the spring of one year, a dream scene.

There are also many accounts of the commotion in the psychiatric hospital, and the medical community naturally took note of this peculiar consistency, and therefore came to all sorts of unimaginable conclusions.

These things are undoubtedly inexplicable, and by this time it is difficult for me to continue to uphold the ruthless womanhood and put these things behind me, but I still think that the young Anthony knew that the bishop was collecting these things.

The sculptor's dreams and bas-reliefs are so important to the bishop because of some of the events of his early years, the second part of the long manuscript in which the bishop is recorded to have seen a horrific painting of the indescribable deformed monster.

Having studied the unknown and unimaginable words, and heard the sinister syllables that could only be transformed into Cthulhu, it was no wonder that he would interrogate Anthony and ask the young man to continue to provide follow-ups.

This happened about 17 years ago, and the protagonist was awarded the authority of the period, and the achievement played an integral role in all the seminars.

There are several lay people who want to take the opportunity of the annual meeting to seek answers and help from experts, and the protagonist is their preferred person for consultation.