"Oh great old unknown, hear our plea and rise!" The leader chanted.
"Hear our plea and rise!" The choir followed.
The cacophony of voices echoed across the chamber and resonated in the walls and ground, shaking the tight woven vines that, nevertheless, succumbed and fell to the ground.
The time was nigh, to summon the great old one. The moment they had all been waiting for, to be rewarded with gracing upon the world the sight, the sense, the idea of the great old unknown. Yet they did not know.
There was no magic to it all, but instead a simple circle of people clad in robes chanting mindlessly. As the chants went on and loudened further, the concrete shook and budged, leaving wide cracks on the surface. And so, everyone stepped back as it rose.
It widened and widened, reaching the edge and almost to the walls. At this point the people were in panic with shouts and screams, a mixture of chaos and fear.
No. It wasn't fear. For a moment they realized that this thing would not know who they were. No, it was a feeling that went beyond the primordial instincts that they were genetically attuned for. It was a response that far surpassed the world they moved around it.
As the crack reached the walls and up to the ceiling, dust and small pieces of debris fell. But then, the rumblings and the noises reached a maximum.
It cracked, the floor opened, launching bricks into the air. A large foot, or was it, made itself seen. It was of a giant, like that of Bigfoot, but he was merely young, and this foot looked mature, ancient almost. It had eyes, but to her dismay, they were closed, oblivious and apathetic. Sticking out of every toe was a copy of a distorted woman locked in an emotion of perpetual agony, holding a child that pulsed everywhere but its chest. On the biggest toe, a man in continuous motion of thrusting back and forth.
The floor finally burst open, and out came with it a large tail, with scales too tight on its body, forcing it to bubble and amass fluids in other areas which looked like pools of pus. But no, they throbbed green, and he realized that inside every little pool was offspring, too young still to be born. But as the tail scraped the hole it had been in, they burst and the once green pool stopped and withered. As he witnessed this for what felt like centuries, with just a mere difference of his blink, it went back into the ground, never to be seen again.
When the ground sounded like it fell through the ends of the earth, the child saw it, or merely a part of it. The world had muted around him, but he could see something so vile, so unknowable, so incomprehensible. It seemed as if it was a strand of hair, or a sort of form, tentacular, but in a sense that he was seeing nothing, but everything at once. And as he tried to move and shift his perspective, a new view would unfurl itself. His mother's face, his father's face, his loved one's face, all came into view but with disfigurements so severe it brought fright. Had he been able to completely discern its---their individual features, he would have wished to never desire a sense lost.
Each and every single one thought about it. In that moment they were not actively thinking it, for the momentary human fear for survival grasped at their throats. But, they knew subconsciously that this thing they had just seen had been kept away for so long. It was an ancient being that existed before human cognition had even existed. It existed before existence had been idealized and abstracted. It would not understand why it was being summoned. It would not care that it was being summoned. It would not even respond to the fact that it was getting summoned. The humans that dared try thought it brought them meaning to try and bring its existence known to the entirety of their race. Little had they known that the creature bumped its extremity in extreme coincidence to their location.
Then the noises stopped. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a response from their instincts, but they knew that their hearts would not be light ever again. A creature existed that knew every single wrong they had done, presented to their own eyes in a buffet, but eternally locked into the bounds of their mind, that no one could really truly see it for what it is.
All of them knew, for fact, the truth. The humans even tried to talk to each other about it, but for everyone's truth was in fact, true, their differences manifested into dysfunction, and so their organization dissolved as quickly as it formed.
The blind went their own separate way. The women formed a group. The men strayed into their own venture. All of them preached what they knew, but nobody listened, for everyone knew parts of the truth, but never the entirety of it, because what would one become, if one reached beyond the absolute limitations of humanity.
