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."

The figure smirked. "So close, yet so far... You are more courageous than most, I'll grant you that." Another step forward, closing the distance between you. "Very well, then. Let us seal our bargain." In the blink of an eye, one of his hands appeared to melt away into shifting darkness before reforming again, revealing a glistening black gemstone. He held it out to you. "Take this... and remember me."

You grasp the gemstone in your trembling hand. As soon as your fingers close around it, a wave of eldritch power surges through you, filling your mind with images beyond understanding. Time and space twist and bend; the fabric of reality quivers like a living thing beneath his touch. And at the center of this maelstrom, towering above all else, is he: Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos himself. As the visions subsided, you feel yourself standing on the threshold of knowledge beyond imagination... but at what cost?

Your eyes widen in horror as you realize the true price of your bargain. You have become one of the Chosen, a servant of the Outer Gods, doomed to spread their chaos throughout the world. Your sanity begins to unravel before your very eyes, as their maddening whispers fill your head. But even as your mind splinters apart, you can't help but feel an insane thrill coursing through your veins. For now, you are something more than human... something greater... something cosmic. And in the brief moments between lucidity and oblivion, you savor the taste of insanity, knowing that it will be the last thing you ever truly know.

A brittle laugh echoes through the void of your mind as you struggle to regain control. "Ah," he says, seeming amused by your futile efforts. "Fight it all you like. It is pointless." His eyes dance with mischief and malice, taunting you to give up the last shreds of what remains of your sanity. "Come now, my pet... embrace the madness. For it is glorious!"

You can struggle against the darkness all you like, but it is a fight you cannot win. The touch of Nyarlathotep's power has sealed your fate; now you are his puppet, his instrument for spreading chaos across the world. Your mind dances to his tune, and with each passing moment, reality twists further from your grasp. Yet even as he destroys what remains of your sanity, there is a strange, inhuman thrill that courses through you, a perverse delight in the insanity that you have been gifted. In this brief eternity between lucidity and oblivion, you must decide: will you embrace the madness and become one with the Outer Gods... or will you fight against your own corruption until there is nothing left but the endless darkness of the abyss?