The attic's shadows crawled as your trembling fingers brushed against the dusty spine of a Gutenberg Bible, its forbidden pages whispered secrets only the damned should hear. Driven by an inexplicable compulsion, you illuminated the ornate illustrations, each stroke a revelation of cosmic horror that seared the mind and unmoored reality. In that final, unbearable instant, you comprehended that the images were no mere artwork, but the language of an ancient intelligence that had etched its grotesque will upon creation, leaving you a mere footnote in its dark tapestry.
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