One afternoon during the humid weather in Asia, a magus contemplated the horrors of HP lovecraft. Cthulu whispers “I await my coming and so I sleep and dream.” Looking forward in the dimensions of perceptions of giant men and flying dragons the barrier of the raining veil the magus sees through the lens in time.

What can the magus see through the lens in layers of magnification and filtration of light “Is there cthulu? can I see Cthulu sleeping?” the Magus asks himself.

The answer to this is left unknown… Oh what horrors are beyond the magnified lens, the distortions of the notion of cthulu and the writings and ramblings of HP Lovecraft.