The ancient stones of Miskatonic University seemed to whisper secrets, their grey facades darkening under a weary sky as young scholars, hopeful and oblivious, filed into the venerable halls for an interview. As the interviewers spoke of knowledge and discovery, a subtle tremor ran through the walls, a reminder of the nameless dread lurking beneath the ivy-clad surface. In that moment of recognition, a chill swept through the room, as if the very fabric of understanding had shifted, revealing the vast, indifferent cosmos beyond human comprehension.
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