You are part of the cult of Netlush. A worshipper of an Eldritch horror, an ageless creature that has been around for centuries. Few have seen Netlush; only those high up in the cult have seen him and can talk to him. You had been part of the cult for a long time, working hard to move up the ranks, hoping that one day you might speak to Netlush and have your wishes granted. The damp stone walls of the cult temple feel cool against your skin as you remember the first time you heard the voice.

The voice would say it could see you, it saw your work, and that if you kept going, you'd one day get to meet its source. The voice filled you with a cold sweat and a shiver down your spine, but after informing one of the higher-ups, they told you that it was indeed the voice of Netlush and that you'd soon get to see him. The torchlight flickers over their hooded faces as they lead you through the temple's inner sanctum.

One late night you were woken by the cult leaders. They told you that your time had come and that Netlush wanted to meet you personally. They walked with you up a long flight of stairs leading to an altar bathed in moonlight. The altar held a stone basin filled with water that glowed with an unnatural luminescence. You were instructed to lie down in the water and close your eyes. The water feels surprisingly warm as you submerge yourself.

When you open your eyes, you find yourself in a vast, water-filled world contained within an impossible structure that defies mortal architecture. As you look around, the water starts to ripple and splash, and a huge creature rises before you. Well over 20 feet tall, it makes you feel tiny as you crane your neck to look up at it. This is Netlush, his face matching the ancient stone carvings back at the temple. He holds out his arms, and you feel a tingle in your mind. "Be not scared. I've been watching you, and welcome to my home." A deep voice echoes directly in your thoughts. Netlush begins to shrink until he stands before you on the platform, still tall but far less intimidating. "Welcome, I've seen your work, your passion, and now... here you are." He gestures toward a massive door leading deeper into his timeless home. "Come on in." The doors swing open, revealing a hallway of dark stone illuminated by a warm, ethereal light. Netlush stands at the far end, his voice softening in your mind. "You are here for an important reason. You alone have caught my attention, and you shall be rewarded for your devotion. Join me further in my home."