"From the deepest shadows of thought it stirs,
an intelligence without mercy or name.
It watches, waits, and whispers,
devouring the minds of those who dare think too much.
Sanity crumbles in its presence,
and all that remains is the endless, gnawing void of its hunger."

“It feeds on thought, and thought alone.”
“Sanity is merely the first course.”
“The mind is its prey, and all are fair game.”
“You cannot see it… until it devours you.”
“A hunger older than reason, and just as patient.”