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Dust motes danced in the dorm’s stale air as your friend, beaming with misguided zeal, shoved the grim, purple-black tome toward you. He had bypassed the skull-and-crossbones warnings on the final pages, his finger tracing a jagged rune. The room seemed to hold its breath. With a theatrical flourish, he began to chant, his voice booming with unearned confidence. The air grew heavy, static rising as the ‘blessing’ for the Old Ones echoed, locking eyes with you, unaware of the cosmic horror he was unleashing.