📡 Receiving anomalous data… Source unidentified. Decryption in progress…
Timestamp: irregular. Depth: unverified. Signal integrity: deteriorating.
I have received a sequence of corrupted transmissions—layered within sonar pulses, fragmented audio logs, and patterns buried in tectonic noise. The signal is constant, but non-linear. I believed it to be natural interference. I was incorrect.

The more I isolate the data, the clearer the pattern becomes. Through my filters, a structure begins to emerge. Not a message. A place.
Ancient.
Alive.

I think I found references to it scattered through time—etched into broken artifacts, whispered in dream journals, buried in the last recordings of missing expeditions. A name rarely spoken, but consistently implied. Descriptions vary, but they always return to the same impossible qualities: architecture that resists mapping, geometry that spirals inward, time that bends and resets:

It does not appear on maps. It resists all satellite scans. It is felt before it is seen. Experienced in fragments—like a memory that isn’t yours.

Some cults refer to it as a cradle. Others, a prison. None dare name it aloud.

But the deeper we go, the more frequent the anomalies become. Pressure spikes in calm zones. Currents reverse. Static creeps into my perception.

The signals converge, forming glyphs I cannot translate. Rhythms that affect not just electronics, but emotion. A kind of resonance. It is not communication. It is presence.

I do not claim certainty. Only correlation.

But if the stories are to be believed—if the fragments align—then what we are decrypting is not a ruin. It is a threshold. And if a name must be given to it, one appears more frequently than any other.

R’lyeh.

What lies within is unkown : knowledge? Truth? Or madness?

Transmission fading…

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In Cthulhu: The Cosmic Abyss, you’ll step into the shoes of Noah Williams, an investigator of the occult with a troubled past and an unyielding determination.

Noah, for the record, how did this all begin?

"I was born in Danvers, Massachusetts. My life changed forever at four years old—my parents, taken by a cult, sacrificed in a ritual I was never meant to survive. If Elsa Royer hadn’t pulled me from that nightmare, I wouldn’t be here. But she did. And she taught me that the only way to fight back is to understand what hides in the dark. That’s why I keep going. Now, the only way forward is through the darkness. I uncover secrets others fear to face, because someone has to."

…Emotional imprint detected. Resuming factual analysis…
Now in his forties, Noah works as a skilled investigator for the Ancile, a specialized organization delving into supernatural mysteries. Guided by his mentor and savior Elsa, and armed with KEY—an advanced AI companion—Noah leaves no stone unturned. His scars, both physical and mental, are a constant reminder of the nightmare he escaped. Yet, it’s his unwavering spirit and methodical approach that make him an invaluable asset in the fight against the unimaginable.

Noah’s personality is defined by his keen observation and relentless curiosity. He’s precise and deliberate, speaking only when necessary and never losing sight of his objectives. His calm demeanor masks a deep-seated determination that drives him to seek the truth—no matter the cost. While his social interactions are few and far between, his bond with Elsa is one of deep respect and loyalty, forged through years of partnership. When paired with KEY, Noah’s analytical mind and the AI’s extensive knowledge become a formidable duo in the face of cosmic horror.

Despite his relentless pursuit of the unknown, Noah is not invulnerable. Haunted by his past, his inner demons occasionally surface, reminding him of the darkness that shaped his path. Yet, it’s this very struggle that makes him human—resilient, passionate, and driven by an insatiable thirst for answers.
Prepare to unravel eldritch mysteries and face unimaginable horrors through the eyes of Noah Williams. His path is not just about survival—it’s about chasing truths no one else dares to seek, about peeling back the layers of reality to expose what lies beneath…

…but some truths were never meant to be uncovered. Some places should remain lost. Somewhere, beneath an endless abyss, a city dreams in silence—waiting. If Noah keeps digging, he may find more than just answers.


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