Every door opens toward Carcosa, though some pretend to lead elsewhere. Through chapel, crypt, and childhood home, the Yellow Sign is waiting there. Each threshold bends toward Lake Hali, where blackened stars drown without sound, and twin suns bleed through tattered clouds while madness flowers from the ground. Lock every door. Burn every key. Still, hinges whisper through the night. For every road ends at His throne, beneath that torn and yellow light. And when at last you lift the mask, you'll understand what madmen knew: There never was a door to Him. The doors were always leading through you.
Kult: +50
Kull: +32
Total: 82
Ratio: 1.56