...

Curse you, Yellow King. Curse you for taking my home away. Curse your foul crown. Curse your ugly yellow form.

...you...I don't know you.

I know your loneliness, your seldom, your...void. Yet...I do not know you.

You intrigue me.

Things do not usually intrigue me.

May your reign be one of pain and sorrow, Hastur. Your hideous yellow form will know nothing but sadness and hate.

Kac'phyrnos, Kalah, they intrigue me, but you...?

You are not of the Old, nor are you of the First...but...intrigue remains.

Your play shall fall short, as well as your rule. I hope your people suddenly cease to exist, as have I. Curse you, Hastur.

The void calls.

The nothing calls.

It is where you are now.

Let your mortal eyes adjust.

Your reality shall face doom and despair, caused by the ones before the Ancients. May the hungry tear into your flesh.

And...gaze upon me.

Please.

I wish for you to see my form.

Your life will run short, and your existence will run dry. Perish, and die alone in the blackness of nothing, Hastur.

𓁹.𓁹.𓁹.𓁹.𓁹.𓁹.𓁹.𓁹. . . . .𓁹.𓁹.𓁹.𓁹.𓁹.𓁹.𓁹.𓁹