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In the very darkest places, where nobody has ever lived, where nobody has ever traveled, where nobody would dare journey, there lies the ruin of a city, which nobody will ever see,carved from the living rock itself. Many of the cavelike buildings have collapsed, and nearly every one of them is marked with scorch marks from blasts of an entirely undiscernible origin. If one were to inspect the city, which of course nobody ever will, they would discover the remains of the buildings are arranged in several hundred concentric circles, and at the center lies half of a massive, blackened obelisk, the faces of which are marked with millions of seemingly random slash marks. If one were to climb to the now flattened top, the likes of which is astronomically unlikely, they might see, sitting in the center, the Shuthum, a creature unique in its construction, and, just before they were rendered unable to return, though the likelihood of them having reached the spot even once are unknowably slim, they might wonder if the writhing, ooze soaked tentacles had marked the obelisk. They might notice a certain heat emanating from the creature's mas, which, if they have any sense, they might imagine would create scorch marks on stone buildings. And then they, the one who was exploring a place they never should, nor could, have uncovered, will have their mistake erased in a manner that nobody will ever again witness.