In the pulsating light of a twilight world, we study Elder glyphs on twisted iron monoliths.
“Where has the tesseract brought us?” I ask.
There is an explosion of black protoplasm and green, unblinking eyes. Our doom.
“Shoggoth farm!” she screams.
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