Could you imagine a place where things have outcomes before they have causes? I mean if your brain had to for some reason live its life backwards in a world without any actual reference that it can put into terms that you understand then who is to say life doesn't become as real as a hallucination. I saw something that caused my mind to bend and twist so much to deal with the horror of the reality that it broke, he is the thing you see when you search the internet but he is at the same time not. When we see the infinitely indescribable we can only relate that to A priori knowledge that's why we project the closest known equivalent on it like faces in clouds. I saw tentacles but they weren't tentacles it's like knowing what you see isn't real but knowing that you aren't dreaming. They say you see what you want to but on that day I saw only a feeble attempt by my brain to determine what I can only describe as tentacle like whips crashing in and out of existence as if all space were condensed to a single point determined by a single medium the human mind turning in on itself to adapt to things it should never have to. I am not insane as much as no longer secure in my own body, real has become a variable that only Cthulhu can collapse into a tangible reality. I saw possibilities that could not exist but were perhaps even more real then I am. Imagine being born and meeting every version of yourself in a reality that only you exist but you're the only one that knows you're trapped in a feeding cage to something so immensely powerful that it devours us without an actual need to. I saw something that goes by a name that we have it and a face that every mind projects different features upon in its final attempt to survive the incursion but the horror came in knowing that it was real and everywhere I look I see what I did that day leaking out from my mind and continuing to eat away at my sanity so much that I don't believe death could even save me. A rowboat didn't hurt what I saw, I saw only a higher being rattling my cage to smell my fear while my fellow man lives in denial that he never left, he let us see him to give only a glimpse and it was a glimpse I will never stop thinking about.