Last night, the dream was more real than ever before. You found yourself alone before a massive pyramid, glowing eerily under a gibbous moon. A cold chuckle echoed behind you. As you turned, a tall man strode into view, garbed in strange fabrics and a sinister smile.

"We met again, dreamer."

His words slithered into your mind as he approached.

"I have seen your dreams, the shadows that haunt the recesses of your mind. I know what you desire, deep within your heart."

Though every fiber of your being screamed to flee, your legs refused to move. His gaze locked onto yours, and a tendril of madness slipped into your thoughts. This was no dream, you realized with horror. Nyarlathotep had come to claim another victim.

"If you dare, these secrets shall be revealed. The price is but a trifle, though many have found the cost…dear."