My Eighth Ordeal Of The Dusk

The spiraling, maddening moon of Carcosa ascended into the sky, its light casting surreal, shifting patterns across the landscape. 

The familiar hum of distortion in the air marked the arrival of the Ordeal of the Dusk, a phenomenon that painted the land in gradients of chaos.

"Huh, I'm starting to get used to this."

I stood atop the observation deck of the Landship, gazing out into the swirling, unearthly horizon. 

As always, the maddening moon's presence was both magnificent and oppressive—a cosmic force that dared anything and everything to try its patience. The faint whisper of shifting reality buzzed in my mind, now that I'm no longer a mere mortal.

And of course, with the Ordeal of the Dusk, comes the special type Calamity Object that shall open the bouquet of horror in this garden of horror.

But unlike the usual, that special Calamity Object arrived with no fanfare, no dramatic eruption—just the gradual, insidious alteration of reality.