Heed not the limits of time and space,
for the Ageless Ones know no such place.
And man, that slave to light and life,
should free himself with edge of knife.

Dread C'thulhu longs to embrace,
those strong enough to face the face
and spill their blood, a fountain red,
to satiate the timeless dread.

The darkness spreads in search of those
whose righteous meddlings did impose
upon the Masters a prison cell.
Hear these words and mark them well.

Mankind's apparent supremacy
over all the creatures of land and sea,
is but a myth that stifles truth.
Yog-Sothoth's Box is all the proof
that fools need press to heart and vein
to understand this last refrain:

Heed not the limits of time and space,
for the Ageless Ones know no such place.

A warning from an ancient manuscript. An artefact. A scientist, a librarian, and a scholar. Mythos from the imagination of H.P. Lovecraft given a modern twist.

Yog-Sothoth's Box: the darkness must be fed. . . .