"Year 1927, month and day unknown. After weeks of wandering through endless desert and inhospitable mountain ranges, we came across a tribe of nomadic shepherds grazing their flocks on long stilts. I don't know if it was for protection from predators, better visibility, or to move more efficiently between the dunes, but the sight of these figures was truly captivating and otherworldly. I asked our Bedouin guide to ask them about the place we were looking for and any traces of the mysterious cult. The old shepherd just looked at him ominously and said "Turn back. Ancient evil, dust and death. He is watching, always watching. Turn back." There was something very convincing in his voice. But we couldn't turn back.
Tonight, my nightmare returned. A colossal horned ancient entity emerges from the desert and calls me. And this one word echoes in my head: Mel-oh, Mel-oh..."