"We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity,
and it was not meant that we should voyage far."
― H. P. Lovecraft
Beneath the straits, something stirs.
Waves crash upon the beach of sanity. Erosion.
From the disarray of the old hawker centers to the monotony of Raffles Place, this island groans under the weight of eternity. Limited to just five senses, humanity pretends to grasp this boundlessly complex cosmos. Yet here they stand, blind upon the shores of this insignificant speck, the dark universe waiting to reveal itself. Pray that you are capable enough to understand.
Listen to the sea. Do you hear the earth itself asking the question? Do you see the fabric of reality begin to fray? Do you smell the frangipanis in the air? Do you trust your senses?
Beneath the straits, something screams.