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None since have understood the incomprehensible mind of the Queen of Ciphers as did the first Deep Siren, but many are they, driven by curiosity or madness or an impossible awareness, who try.
They are always three, trines of Deep Sirens stretching back to the begginning.
Seekers of secrets, linked by esoteric writings and forbidden knowledge, their thoughts and dreams changed by such enigmas until they share with their brethren notions and understandings unspoken. And all serve Cthalha, and venerate her, that she might grant them the deepest comprehension of all things before the inexorable end.
In study of the tides and the shifting of the sea-driven sands, did she read the secrets of the world and the waters, the creature birthed below and the alien intelligences from above. In listening to the gurgle and the hiss of the Deep Sirens and their host did she come to understand the barest inkling of their utterances and the cold hatreds that drovem them.
And only when the patterns had rewritten her thoughts, until her own words had metamorphosed in those burbling sonances, did grim Cthalha, dweller in the crater, send to the Siren her own dreams.
And some were drowned in abyssal depths, and some taken by the ichthyic abominations who dwelt below and were nevermore seen, and some returned inland, their thoughts twisting like eels and their dreams overflowing, but always without answers.
Until one came, her name nevermore to be spoken, who would become the greatest of the Deep Sirens. Never did she brave the abyss, but sat herself in the sediment at its edge. The abominations recognized that she had been called, and left her be. And for years, she studied and she waited & she dreamt at the edge of the sea.
... came the rise of beasts that walked on two legs instead of four, and thought themselves greater than other beasts. And the youngest of these was man.
And humankind, so vulnerable, dwelt in terror of the deep. All save a few. Some few men & women found a fascination in the rolling of the tide and the blinding darkness beneath the aqueous skin of the sea.
These were called by their cowardly brethren mad, but had been touched by the dreams and portents sent by the terrible slumbering consciousness of the one who waits below.
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