That Which Lurks in the Fog. There's no other name for it; it's more ancient than you, than Phainomora, than all of Creation. It's not a god; it's much, much older and more powerful. It had been sleeping for most of its unfathomably long life, if it can be called that, but now... now, it's awake. When you look at it, you can barely hold it in your perception. It's huge, you know that much. Wait, how many limbs does it have? When you try to look into what you assume are its eyes, you get the sense you are staring into true nothingness, oblivion. When you look away, you're left with a hole in your memory, the feeling of having just forgotten something. Instinct: To restore equilibrium

• Annihilate
• Remove memory