I have received disturbing letters from long lost friends calling from beyond the brink of insanity, weak warnings of R’lyeh, the nightmare corpse city. The hideous gargantuan Cthulu was known as sleeping dead. But I tremble in fear and have not rested in days. I must assign the news I read to the sad madness and inexplicable mental exhaustion of my once splendid friends. Cthulu was moving they say, awoke, and turned in his non-euclidean halls. Ancient rituals have been held on the peaks of the Andes. In Japan an entire village walked into the sea with empty eyes. The fallen city has been inscribed on the maps of this institution, but this serves only as a glyph of caution, a mark of avoidance for our fellow researchers. We must stay in contact, meet here to follow the progress of events. At some time, may be you, my as yet sane friend, will have to act to at least allow us a natural death and not that unspeakable eternity chanting darkly. I cannot continue. A noise at the door…