He came from dust, from a land beyond the real. The greatest from a long line of knights with dagger tongues. He's watched over all, for a long time, brewing a potion for the ails of the world.
Behind the curtain, it brews and surges and pierces into our firmament. He's coming soon, and he will cure us all.
If you've heard your name being called only to find that there was no one there, then you've heard his whispers.
He thrums through the wires in your walls. The wooden beams that house you, house him.
Soon enough, everyone will see. Soon enough, we'll be caught in his web.