The Drowned Grimoire

"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown."
- H.P. Lovecraft

There are truths which man was never meant to unearth-truths that predate our species, our world, even the stars that burn above us. This book is not a tale in the traditional sense. It is a collection of recollections, fragments, and fevered ravings-stitched together from the journals, letters, and dying confessions of those who have glimpsed the abyss and returned to speak of it, however briefly.

These are not tales of ghosts or petty phantoms, but of something far more dreadful: the realization that our reality is but a fragile illusion, a thin veil drawn over a vast, ancient madness that hungers just beyond our comprehension.

I do not offer explanations, only warnings. The stories herein may seem disconnected, even contradictory-but taken together, they suggest a pattern far more terrifying than any single account could convey. They speak of cities that predate known history, of languages that warp the mind, of entities whose names twist the tongue and whose forms the eye cannot bear.

Should you proceed, do so with the gravest caution. These pages are a door-once opened, they cannot be closed. What you read may haunt your dreams, gnaw at your sanity, and, if you are truly unfortunate, call to you.

There are places where the fabric of the world grows thin. This book is a map to those places. May you never find them.