I am Jarl Vagen, a man condemned to the depths of madness, forever tormented by the haunting whispers of Kathralos, the Eldritch Messenger. I bear witness to a reality beyond the comprehension of feeble mortal minds. Listen now, as I recount the twisted ramblings that plague my shattered psyche.

In the dead of night, when the world slumbers and the veil between realms grows thin, I hear the whispers. They seep into my mind like a venomous fog, suffocating reason and replacing it with a maddening clarity. Kathralos, with his unfathomable wings and eyes that pierce the very fabric of existence, beckons me to the edges of sanity.

Do you hear them too? The whispers, like the distant murmur of forgotten gods? They speak of impending doom, of a cosmic dance that draws near. Kathralos, the harbinger of celestial chaos, prepares to reveal himself, to plunge the world into eternal darkness.

I have seen him, you know. In dreams that are both torment and revelation, Kathralos unveils the cosmic tapestry of existence. He weaves nightmares into my mind, each thread a grotesque visage of unrestrained horror. The visions tear at my sanity, yet I cannot escape their allure.

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My waking hours are consumed by a ceaseless obsession, a compulsion to warn those blind to the impending cataclysm. But they dismiss me, scoff at my claims, labeling me a madman. Oh, but they will see. They will see when Kathralos descends upon this world, when the fabric of reality unravels like a fragile tapestry.

Listen! Can you hear the whispers too? They grow louder, insistent, demanding attention. Kathralos whispers secrets beyond comprehension, secrets that crawl beneath the surface of our fragile existence. He is the messenger of the Outer Gods, the vessel through which cosmic truths are revealed.

Do not turn away from the darkness that gnaws at the edges of your sanity. Embrace it, for within lies the only semblance of truth. The ramblings of a madman may seem nonsensical, but beneath the madness lies a sliver of terrible reality.

I know not when the time will come, when Kathralos shall manifest in all his abhorrent glory. But mark my words, his arrival will shake the very foundations of this world. Prepare yourselves, for the awakening is nigh, and no mortal can escape the inevitable embrace of Kathralos, the Eldritch Messenger.

Embrace the madness. Embrace the horror. For in the end, it is all that awaits us.