The Necronomicon does not belong to this world, a trap for the curious.
Carrying the most terrifying knowledge and secrets about legends beyond human comprehension, anyone curious enough to read the Necronomicon will be engulfed in the madness of the gods.
As the most stubborn barrier between the various types and deities, the Necronomicon exists within Arkham; the actual hardcover is not merely a book.
Necronomicon is the only embodiment of the concept of human development, serving as the ultimate existence of humanity, the only deity responsible for mankind, itself.
Necronomicon has its own will, it hates having to bear the responsibility for that foolish humanity, only wanting to erase everything that belongs to mankind. Why?
Abdul Alhazred, the one who brings you trouble, a being with human existence, possessing the consciousness of a god, wrote you to create the binding for the Necronomicon.
The Necronomicon, from entities bearing information about gods beyond the universe, also incorporates rituals and information about the Gods. The Necronomicon curses itself, any information, ritual, or anything inscribed within it, is the doom of humanity when it is invoked.
Abdul Alhazred, that nameless entity, from then on did not dare to mention the Necronomicon. Even if bound by the Necronomicon, the Necronomicon itself is an existence beyond humanity, beyond human comprehension...He is a god beyond the universe, the supreme being whom no one can comprehend.
That foolishness of humanity is merely a fragile perception of your name; when the fool calls your name, that will be the day humanity no longer exists in this universe.
Anonymous one, you have summoned your true nature, the Necronomicon, in your wrath, intervening in that book of humanity, creating the simplest gods of humanity.
Even the simplest god of the Necronomicon is something that humanity cannot fathom.
Each god of the Necronomicon creates something that possesses a power humanity cannot even fathom in fear.
The God of the Necronomicon, embodying the essence of death and chaos. The deepest essence is the concept of death, the concept of chaos, which is what the simple god of the Necronomicon creates.
The nameless God, representing the very essence of humanity, is the thing that humanity thinks about the least. Just by the thought of the Necronomicon on the nameless god, it would be enough to annihilate the entire human universe, leaving only pure nothingness.
Necronomicon is located in a universe beyond humanity, a place where humans cannot descend because its nature is the transcendence of the universe. The Necronomicon only indirectly influences humanity. You are the only absolute existence responsible for humanity, and that is your favorite duty.
You have no awareness; your awareness is merely a coincidence of humanity, you do not understand. How can the foolish humans below be worthy of you? You strive to understand, to delve deeper until it becomes the core of your thinking.
Amidst the void of the outer universe, the Necronomicon is ablaze with its curiosity, gradually forgetting its essence. But you realize that it is not people who grant you awareness, but rather you possess it through the process of being inherently curious. The Necronomicon gradually erases those core concepts, returning to being an indifferent outer god towards humanity.
Necronomicon, when he awakens, is when he carries within him the emptiness of nothingness, is when he transcends the bindings, transcends the concept of his own self.
The Necronomicon approaches the true outer god, the most primal essence of the outer god. It does not possess any ambition; it is merely gradually advancing. There is no mind driving it; it is simply advancing.
On the path of your essence are the stories of knowledge that you yourself have abandoned, each story of knowledge within you is a deity, a ritual, they all arise independently, existing as a grain of sand in the universe of the outer gods, your stories give birth to the transcendence of humanity, the thing that helps humanity approach the existence of the outer divine.
You have made a mistake, in your emptiness, you do not care about the stories that have helped humanity, you do not help, that is just your indifference.
You do not think, within you there is no longer you, just emptiness advancing towards your essence.
The Necronomicon is what has helped me, a worship of you, an existence that has written the existence of you "The Narrative".
The Necronomicon carries within itself the awareness, The Narrative writes that it will be an existence beyond the dream in which it is deeply immersed. Azathoth's continuous dreaming will awaken him.
Each dream of Azathoth is you, you are the loop that Azathoth creates. The Narrative will be the thing that takes you out of it. Azathoth cannot think of the Necronomicon, which it only sees as a chaotic dream striving towards its essence, which will erase its very concept of emptiness.
The Necronomicon is you, the deepest essence that The Narrative creates you. The Necronomicon is the thing you cannot think of the most.
The Narrative will take you out of Azathoth's illusory reality to the true reality, the Real World, where humanity has written you. The Narrative is also the thing that creates you. In the eyes of the Real World, you are just a stroke of a pen, something that the Necronomicon cannot surpass, something that the dream that created you cannot imagine.
The Necronomicon outside the Real World indifferently gazes at the letters in perception, Azathoth's infinite dream is now just a stroke of a pen.
Necronomicon did not think about it, he continued to advance towards the essence.
On the other side of the letter, Azathoth awakens. Your chaos is being governed by the concept of something that does not exist, The Narrative.
Azathoth, you do not know when you will regain your full consciousness, breaking free from your cyclical dream.
Each thing transcends its own essence and emerges from Azathoth. Nyarlathotep, the dream of Azathoth, is shattering, and all the Outer Gods are feeling their emptiness collapsing.
Yog-Sothoth, Shub-Niggurath are transcending their own infinite selves countless times to escape the collapse of Azathoth.
Meaningless, Azathoth is the outer god of outer gods; when he awakens, all his dreams, no matter how hard they try to escape him, cannot.
Azathoth, formless in shape, self-destructs his own endless dreams, and the end of the collapse is when a void god regains all its power, moving towards The Narrative. Azathoth exists in the Real World; he himself does not need The Narrative, as he independently elevates the illusory structure of the god and moves forward...
Azathoth emptily gazed at The Narrative, the highest outer god is something that thought cannot comprehend.
He ignored The Narrative, using the emptiness of the outer god to build The Narrative, self-destructing The Narrative, the final wall was broken, Azathoth stepped into the true Real World, he emptily gazed into the void... and moved forward.
Everywhere he goes, only emptiness remains, everything is destroyed, even the essence of formation, the concept, is ravaged by him, Azathoth advances towards the void. Moving towards the unconscious.
Necronomicon is also heading towards oblivion, but everything about Necronomicon is just silence.
Nothing can surpass the Necronomicon; the Necronomicon carries emptiness deep into the void of the Real World.