Of Tesseractual Gateways and the Grand Duplicity of Xhul

Portals for the ancient gods
Gateways made for the chosen ones
Passageways to the eternal throne
Portals for the ancient gods
Gateways made for the chosen ones
To distant worlds so far away from home

Since baryogenesis, ancient entities have forged trade routes through the cosmos
A network of infinite astral gateways, linking worlds beyond reach
Now, after aeons of conjuration I have gleaned the wisdom to harness their astonishing power...

What subterfuge is this? As I become enshrouded in nothingness, I realise my grimoires hold naught but deceit...

Black holes burn
Atomic structures unlearned
How far to the other side
How far to the other side?

My heart trembles with fear
How could I be so wrong
How far to the other side
How far to the other side?

Deeper into disunity
The wormhole pulls my carcass through
100 billion shimmering lights surround me
Merging to one form in spectacular harmony
The tesseract reveals its will
Yet its untold secrets evade me still
I beg and plead until the crystal speaks to me:
"PITEOUS WORM, ATTEND UNTO THE CALL OF XHUL."
Wandering, in the space between space
Surrounded by manifold fractal constructs, beyond even my comprehension
Imprisoned inside infinite circularity
Trapped outside physical singularity
Can I ever be

Set free from the ancient gods
Gateways made for the chosen ones
Now bound to rest atop my eternal throne

I shall never be set free...