The beacon of Shub-Niggurath

(fictional) We had been walking all day trying to get back in touch with the rest of the world. When we first found the phone mast we were ecstatic. As we continued examining it, we found that neither David’s phone nor mine could pick up any signal. Stacy’s phone was dead. But the tower wasn’t. We could feel the humming vibration and we realized that it was broadcasting something else, a signal to some other dimension, calling for its mistress to come across the eons of time and space.

Björn Flintberg