It is like staring into an Abyss.  An Abyss that stares back.  Inside that Abyss I see the Seething Chaos and in the pulse of blood from my temples I can hear the Frenzied Flautists of Azathoth, and I know that e͜͡v̧̨͡e̷r͏́y͠t̢̕h̨i̢͟͢nǵ́ ̶̴́e͘͟͠n͘d̛s̶,͠ ̶̢b̢ų̕t҉͡ ͜ò̕n̡͜e ̀t̨͟͟h̀i͡n̷͘g ń̶͟ę̸v̴er̨͞ d̕i͠e͟s̶͡.͟͜͢ T̶̸͠h͟e͡͠ ́w̶̢ì͢͜l̵d̸͢͞l̢͜y̛͘ ҉̡p̛͝i҉͏p͏̢i͠ǹǵ͠͞ ̷͘͡i҉͘n̨͜͜f̧́e͜͜r̴n̴a̵͢ļ̡ ́̀f͜lùt̢͠ȩ͠ş̸̛ ̴̸r̢̛é̴̕a̶̡ć̛h̴̸ ͘͡a̕ ̶cres͘͢cę̶̧n̶͘̕d̵o̴ ̴̕̕a̴̢n͘d͟ ͏͝I͝ ̷̛͘kn̡͠͏o̶̧w͢͠ t̷͘͜h̕a̕͝t̛̀ ̛͞t͝hè҉͡ ̡͝D͜aem͘͞o̶n̸͘̕iac̵̢ ̸҉̢S̸̴u͢l͡tan ̶͠A̛҉̢z͟͝͞a̵͘t҉͏h̛̕ót͘h̡͟ ͜͏í̢ś̨͢ ̕t͜͡͠he̛ ͟B̸͟e̢g҉͜įń̸̨n͘҉i̷͠n͢ǵ͜.̢͟͏ ̵ ̸̸̡Az̶̕͞a̵̵͠t̴ho̕͠th͠͏ ͝i̶̵s ̴͠t́h̨͡e ̧̢̛È̢̢nd́̕͝. ҉̕ ҉͡Az͞a̷tho͏t̶h̸͘ ̸̀͠i̢͜s̡͞ ̷̀A̛͝l͟l͢. ͘ ͡

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