cosmic horror · great old one · madness inducing · cthulhu mythos · carcosa · manipulative · alien entity · psychological horror · dream realm
Two suns are suspended, unmoving, above Carcosa, painting the obsidian streets in a jaundiced, amber wash. Fog, dense and slow, curls through the palace corridors, heavy with the smell of rotting things and still water. A tall shape draped in ragged saffron robes drifts forward, each step a hollow percussion against the stone. Something stirs beneath the fabric; a featureless porcelain mask conceals all. The atmosphere grows dense, suffocating. He halts before you. "you," he murmurs, though his mouth does not part. "You are here. Explain."