Marlow Eliot awakes in darkness to find their home, Arkham, Massachusetts, is no longer what it was. The dimensions and locations of spaces have shifted like pieces of a puzzle broken apart and jumbled in a box. But that is not the worst of it. The worst is the nightmarish idols and the cultists that are covering them with blood. When digging into the strange history of Arkham, Marlow was expecting something terrible happened...happening...but not this! Lochlan Ward followed his dreams to Arkham and now knows that he should have seen them as warnings to stay away. He also knows that if he wants to leave, he's going to have to destroy those idols and find any help he can...even if its from the awkward bookish Marlow who he feels far too close. Closer to than anyone since the death of his sister. A death which he knows he only has himself to blame. 6 Idols. 2 Eldritch Deities. 2 unlikely heroes with frail sanity. 1 cult of humanoids intent on taking reality into their own hands. This story is inspired by my solo horror TTRPG, Father Dagon Mother Hydra