A Pocket Universe, Somewhere, Sometime…
The Great Beast slept restlessly. Waiting, always waiting for the right moment. For the cosmos to turn, the stars to align and wake it from its eons-long sleep. It never moved. It rarely stirred but its mind worked feverishly sending its hope to wake again, to be fully planar existent into the minds of its acolytes and other less fortunate beings attuned to the higher planes of existence.
Sometimes it heard the prayers of its acolytes ringing through the fabric of reality, the poor souls who thought they would fair better under the reign of the Great Old Ones than they would in the human society. They were the broken, the lost, and the hopeless who had been unfortunate enough to have a happy accident and encounter a thin place. A place where the planes touched and one could hear the whispers of non-human creatures.
Somewhere the Great Beast slept and waited. Dreaming of the day it would rise and reclaim its former glory.