Cosmic horror is a close up on a man in a bowler hat’s face in totally despair and creeping towards madness as lights and colors play across their face, screams of terror and pleasure crescendo giving way to Ode to Joy sung by a thousand angels, the man’s face begins to laugh and contort, his eyes drift to the sides of his head his skull reshapes into non-euclidian shapes, angles that shouldn’t exist, rubbery, and clear, a hand neither plant nor animal created from the remains of transdimentional beingings beyond comprehension and all known preception from a three dimentional mind space consume the rubbery man, in ecstasy.

Egberton Fleggious closes the Tome bound in the flesh of his beloved Sagithhorg, sickness drawing up from the soles of his feet, his head trembling with thoughts he will never be free from. In the distance he hears faint laughing. Drawing slowly closer. With every heartbeat.