“In the swirling haze of a dimension unbound by mortal comprehension, a grotesque maw, slick with drool, yawns hungrily as countless tendrils writhe outward in restless search. The nebulous mists part only enough to reveal the suggestion of form—too vast, too obscene to endure in full. And yet, upon its emergence, a single thought reverberates through the void: ‘Where’s my coffee?!’”

“It stares with writhing tentacles, smiling a despicable smile of almost endless teeth as it sits upon its throne…with judgement behind its gaze.”