Nothing screams holidays like Eldritch Horrors — incomprehensible Nightmares. Which like no mortal man had bare witness before. Everything before then was spared with mercy and the privilege of sanity and reason. All that we hold dear is fleeting. Lo, unto the beholder the LORDS’ mercy is thus. If They surrounded Us on All sides, then in the name of the LORDS We shall be made none. . .
Children gather under the Crimson Tree as it cracks open its wounds and the great Green Slime, the Harbinger of the LORDS, crawls out to bestow upon the gathered cattle its presents. Fear has no room in the madness from which love arises.
And on the Day of the Longest Dark — the Eternal Void — the Lord thus cometh through the cracks under the streams of blood from the Unknown Valley…
