A team of researchers discovered something that had no time or meaning in the long-forgotten town of Kesswick, where mist hung on to the cobblestone streets like ghostly whispers. It lacked a name. Not at all. They called it Eltz-Vorr, though it was hidden among ancient manuscripts and cryptic utterances from cultists that had long since vanished. For decades, Professor Malcolm Graves had been keeping tabs on the occurrences - the inexplicable disappearances and the areas of wilderness where there was no sound at all. The documents described enormous voids as anomalies in which light folded in on itself and was swallowed by unseen, gaping mouths in the gloom. The presence was now observable in the abandoned chapel at the town's edge. The walls were covered in tar that was the color of ink and writhed like something was breathing below them. Ellis, a young researcher, was the first to notice it. He was found hours later, curled into himself, his fingernails chipped from clawing at his own eyes. Before he was completely overcome by madness, he rasped, "There are no words." No words Malcolm pushed forward with a lantern in his hand, illuminating nothing as his light was absorbed into an abyss that pulsed like a heartbeat and was deeper than shadow. A voice that wasn't meant for human ears scraped against the inside of his skull as a whisper gnawed at his mind. "Look at the jaw." He thought it was not sight at all. neither time nor space. It ate up the idea of perception and shattered the self into fragments of thought. Malcolm realized then that this world was never meant to be seen by human minds as the chapel walls twisted and pulsed like flesh. He was insignificant, a terrible realization that weighed as much as the entire universe. a speck in the gut of something incomprehensible that is awaiting digestion. He tried to shout, but he didn't have a mouth. He made an effort to think, but his thoughts were no longer his own. A chapel covered in ink-black tar and its interior were all that remained of the deserted town of Kesswick after it was discovered abandoned weeks later. A final message was also left in the margins of an old manuscript, written by hands that were no longer human: "It appears. And we are taken in."