I’d innocently been researching ancient artifacts at the Miskatonic University Library archive, like you do, when I came across the above photo (and below due to theme cropping).
Herein is clear evidence of the Elder Gods smashing their way into our dimension.
The photographer who took the picture said it stank. That’s the maddening stench of Cthulhu, I’m afraid. It reeks.
Mockingly, it laughs at us from both rear and frontal mouth-like appendages, drawing down the power of a myriad sunless worlds onto our own unknowing globe that twinkles in the ever-hungry cosmic void like a.. like a.. THING of stuff.
Eldritch horror indeed and in only 108 words.