There lies a body of water far below the crust of the earth of fathomless size, sealed within blue rock. Beyond the reach of machinery and science, there exists an immense sea far larger than any we can see on our surface. As if the earth itself is the tip of an iceberg set far below in the smouldering core of this primordial marble. No amount of human imagination nor comprehension of philosophical existence can hope to produce any mere glimmer of what exists in this turbid mass. The soulless abominations which crawl and scuttle and swim throughout the Buried Sea have no defined shape or level of intelligence, for they are beyond not only our primal understanding, but also the understanding of the laws of creation itself, for these creatures we may see as gods need neither sustenance or light. They merely exist, nothing more.
The feeble minds of men would crack and shatter if they laid eyes on these detestful existences, their very understanding of all that is would cease to exist. Who they are and what they do would all vanish into nothingness as the essence of life itself is drained from their corpse. To look upon them is to look upon the abyss, to give them a name is to tarnish their actuality. Their permanence does not seek recognition and though they watch and judge those who walk the plains of humanity, they do not have any distinct interest in them nor any other creature on earth.
The reality of them, in itself, is doubtful. Therefore, their actuality itself is fleeting, Their power is both infinite and nonexistent, they are both genius and idiotic, they are both the concentrated embodiment of perfection and the most bumbling of fools. They communicate through our dreams and our nightmares, our imaginations and our histories, they drive us to madness and greatness and success and failure.
