Prologue:

"In his house in R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.” - The Call Of Cthulhu

A 4-year-old girl in a small town in Italy sleeps peacefully in her velvet themed room. With her star hologram night light twinkling around her chamber, she lightly snores with dreams of candy shops and picture book characters coming to life.

In the early times, the world was a place of wonder and bounty. The lion would lay down with the lamb, in peace and tranquility.

Leaving his mansion one morning in the dark hours on the way for his routine prayer, Ali found himself in a desperate situation with his life possibly in danger.

He approached the temple slowly; as it was the only speed he was able to muster. All of his appendages trembled and ached in pain, as the pains of these last few days were too much on his small, plump frame. He had been through hell and back, and he had the scorch marks to prove it. He looked behind him at the only friend he had ever known. With eyes that had carried the weight of a thousand sorrows, he gave a slight smile, knowing that what he was about to do must be done.

PORT LOUIS BY NIGHT

He’s baaaaaack…

“So yeah, an El Chupathingy can be a Slendercabra now. Have fun with that one.” Doc slurred, the Char Man definitely feeling the Irish in his coffee. “Your turn. Whatcha got for us, mole man?”

From rippling waves that crash the shore line pulling shells, sand and pebbles alike back and forth within their tidal current, drifting them within and with out the depths of the ocean. For we mere mortals see the ocean in its shimmers of beautiful blues and hazy greens, yet deep within the beauty of tranquillity is a darkness that lurks deep before any safe level for a submarine. For hundreds of years sailors have feared the darkness of the depths and the creatures that sing like angels, yet are the cruellest of all creation.

The worse thing about this whole damn shitcan transfer surprisingly enough wasn’t the heat. Though, it was the kind of hot that cracked rock and dirt apart enough to resemble each other, stone baked air rippling above it from dawn till dusk, it still wasn’t the worst thing about the move.

A Quiet Place (2018)