He alone has seen it, and he alone shall live in it, and he alone cannot escape it. In the quiet past of the evil cosmos, he dreams. In both the future, the present, and the past he lay embedded and asleep in the strange perfection of this universe. He dreamt of Earth, Samah, Mars, and every other planet, and with everything inside it.

In the whole of his chamber down in the eldritch black-hole at the centre of the galaxy, there is a strange, colorless, and amorphous object, which was called by he, the Nasht; or, the Shapeless Brain. He was surrounded by the cold white and black matter which hath the propensity to screech, and the wondering perplexity of death.

The crying chaos, the wondering and wandering daemon, whose name cannot be fully pronounced by man, had been dreaming since the beginning of eternity. His name, which cannot be muttered properly, was, and is, Gagnaratothoa, son of the Cold and the Dead.