The seas and nigh every body of water you know of once rolled and roared in utter madness. Scum and other indescribable layers of ichor churned within the oceans like some sort of reptilian membrane brought to a boil. From the crumbling coastlines you would be hard-pressed not to observe the aberrations within the waters that stirred them to such torrential spasms: the slick leviathans lashing from inside the veritable vats of grime – vile, virulent and completely alien to this world. The green glow cast over everything would do nothing to improve the maddening seascape extending before you, for even the sky was populated with the astral decorum of a very foreign, and very malign, existence. Eerie gems of emerald and jade littered the sky, leaving such an odd prismatic collision of iridescence, one would not be able to feasibly discern the twilit hours from those of noonday. In a world submerged beneath pools of serpentine light such as this, a setting so vastly contrary to what we know and hold familiar today, the senses which hold us like crumbling, moss-gilded pillars would topple – crushed and rent utterly useless. For in the yawning void of mystery and darkness that is all of space, we are the only entities shortsighted (and bold) enough to build what we deem “reality” on the faltering foundations of our own limited senses.
As wildly disorienting as the setting may have been, and as feebly equipped for survival in such a terrain as the human creature may be, even the simplest of our kind could discern those things in the sea – and coming out of the sea. Terrible indeed would be that coastline view to a mortal eye, but how much more the land that would lie spread out behind you! For every being lying immured beneath the waters, glimpsed just briefly in some ever-merciful glacial-ratio, there would lurch the “destroying angels” over the land: completely exposed in unabashed pride and unbeholdable horror. Swaths of foetor and furrowed trails lay carved across the continents; landmasses alike, both mountain and valley, were left desecrated in the wake of these grizzly behemoths. Hills are cracked and thrown to the ground, while valleys fill with the wretched excrease of those who traverse the polluted waves.
Consider how frail and farcical our modern reality would feel when faced with these beings that by their very nature deny every truth we hold dear. What revelatory horror…coming to find our sensory comforts crushed beneath cosmically crafted gods in whose will our miniscule existence does not even factor. What soulless abandonment…to find doctrinal truths corroded by the mere existence of elder inhabitants. They did not love us. In their wretched and gogmagogical sloughs, they did not desire us. What despair…hoping in supraluner deities only to find them carnivorously bent against us. Every last one.
This, I now know, is why the newborn babies wail, and why dying beasts travail in their transcendental throes. What must that, too young to hold a memory, dream of? What must that, peering the other side of mortality, glimpse? The realm from which every newly clothed consciousness comes plucked, does it not swarm and caterwaul with its misanthropic hosts? The realm to which the deceased do corporately wend, does it not reverberate with this elder and eternal hatred? Did these very reverberations not hum through dimensional veils into the minds and subconsciouses of our fiction-consigned prophets and prophetesses – of Lovecraft and Lumley, Poe and Blackwood?
Our momentarily dominant species, so assured of our collective significance, is nothing if not the world’s first test-tube conception. From the stellar effluvia of these peerless, conscienceless masters, and from the feculent dregs that so gestated on the oceans’ floor, did we crawl. Unthinkingly crafted, and needlessly hunted thereafter, our feeble creature is nothing. In a universe whose only gods devour ceaselessly, we are the scum made richer by their waste. We are nothing.
This, I now know, is our lone and terrible truth.
This is the only gospel our churning and pernicious cosmos ever spoke.