TUTTLATS

Chapter 1: The Cosmic Awakening

It started with a sense of unease, a restlessness that I couldn't shake. I'm not sure when it began, but it was there in the back of my mind, a nagging feeling that something was wrong. It grew stronger with each passing day until it became a constant hum in my head, like the sound of distant thunder.

I tried to ignore it, to push it down and forget it, but it was always there, gnawing at me. It wasn't until I saw the stars that I realized what was causing it.

I had always been fascinated by space, by the vastness of the universe and the mysteries it held. I had spent countless nights looking up at the sky, studying the stars, and dreaming of what lay beyond. But when I saw them now, they filled me with a sense of dread.

There was an intensity to them that I had never noticed before, a sense of malevolence that seemed to emanate from their twinkling depths. They seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, a force that was both alluring and terrifying.

I couldn't explain it, but I knew that something was wrong. And as the days passed, the feeling only grew stronger.

It wasn't until I started having nightmares that I realized the true nature of the terrors that lurked amongst the stars.

At first, the dreams were just fragments, bits and pieces of images and sensations that I couldn't quite make sense of. But they soon became more vivid, more real.

I found myself wandering through strange landscapes, filled with twisted, alien structures and bizarre, quasi-organic life forms. In the distance, I could see the stars, looming large and ominous, their light casting strange shadows on the landscape.

As I explored this bizarre, otherworldly realm, I became aware of a presence, a malevolent force that seemed to be following me, watching me. I couldn't see it, but I could feel its eyes on me, its icy breath on my neck.

The dreams grew more intense, more terrifying. I found myself fleeing through dark corridors and abandoned cities, pursued by creatures that defied description. They were like nothing I had ever seen before, twisted and distorted, their shapes constantly shifting and changing.

And always, in the background, I could hear the stars, the cosmic horror that lurked amongst them, whispering in a language that I couldn't understand but that filled me with a sense of dread and terror.

It wasn't until I woke up one morning to find my bed covered in a strange, sticky residue that I knew that the dreams were more than just figments of my imagination.

I could feel the presence of the terrors that lurked amongst the stars, their malevolent energy filling my room. I could hear a whispering in my ears, a language that I couldn't comprehend but that seemed to be crawling deep into my mind, burrowing into the very fabric of my being.

Panicked, I reached out to friends and family, seeking answers and reassurance. But no one seemed to understand the fear and terror that consumed me. They dismissed my fears as the product of an overactive imagination, or worse, the ravings of a madman.

But I knew that what I was experiencing was real. And as the nightmares grew more intense and vivid, as the presence of the cosmic horror grew stronger, I knew that something had to be done.

I began researching the stars, seeking out any information that could shed light on the malevolent force that seemed to be emanating from them. I pored over obscure texts and ancient tomes, searching for any mention of cosmic horror.

And slowly, the pieces began to fall into place.

I discovered that there were other people like me, people who had experienced the terrors that lurked amongst the stars. They had formed a secret society, a group dedicated to investigating and combating the cosmic horrors that threatened to consume the universe.