Dinner With the Eye

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I couldn't care if you were a monster or not—I've long since passed discriminating against them." Michael let out a chuckle. "But I do want to know, so will you satisfy my curiosity?"

"I am not a full-fledged eldritch monster; however, you can categorize me as a part of their race, I suppose," the eye replied before adding, "I'm young, so I've yet to achieve my true form, but I'm going to be like a Cthulhu."

"Like that massive eye thingy?" Michael mused, finding it pretty easy to converse with this strange being.

"Yes. You humans—or I guess you are not human—but nonetheless, they refer to us eldritch as one entity, the common Cthulhu. But there are thousands of other races that rule over the cosmos as well," the eye remarked. "What about you? What are you?"

"Not sure, if I'm being honest. I don't know the answer to that myself." Michael chuckled in response, and soon, they arrived before some sort of field of dark green flowers.