I hear the Crawling Chaos that calls beyond the stars
And They created Nyarlathotep for Their messenger, and They clothed Him with Chaos that His form might be ever hidden amidst the stars.
Who shall know the mystery of Nyarlathotep? for He is the mask and will of Those that were when time was not. He is the priest of the Ether, the Dweller in Air and hath many faces that none shall recall.
The waves freeze before Him; Gods dread His call. In men's dreams He whispers, yet who knoweth His form?