Azathoth is the blind, idiot god who sits on a black throne at the center of Chaos. His scent is high-pitched and screeching, both impenetrably dark and searingly bright with the clarity of madness: tangerine, saffron, vetiver, black amber and cedarwood.
As soon as ships return with their catch from the dark limitless spaces between the stars, the shuggoth are gutted alive, rinsed and drained, then (while still alive) mixed with depleted uranium – two to three parts shuggoth to one part DP by weight. They are then filled into large, strangely pitted and scarred metallic jars, lined on the bottom with a layer of DP, and topped with a layer of DP. A woven mat of living human neural tissue is placed over the shuggoth and weighted down with fragments of basalt from lost R'lyeh to keep the shuggoth from floating when water inside them are extracted out by the DP and fermentation process.
The jars are covered and left in orbit around a dying star for one to two million years.
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