Yibb-Tstll, the Patient One

Some say he sits upon the center of all things, but this is, of course, a heretical thought, for the middle of universe is surely occupied by the great Azathoth, the dreamer of eternity, from which the chaos unyielding radiates and forms all of creation through his maddening nightmares. And yet, we know that The Patient One keeps his vigil, waiting for countless eons in deep meditation, thinking, mulling over, spreading his vast consciousness across the stars… Reaching to those who seek enlightenment. Feeding tiny morsels of wisdom to the worthy. Guiding the growth of innumerable civilizations with gentlest sways of his mindscape. He might be still, but his work is ceaseless. He is the source of knowledge, the peerless schemer, weaving a web of intricate plots that span the lives of stars. He is the nourishment to the Night Gaunts which sup at his mammaries, drinking in the milk of luminous insight. He is out there, forever, he was there since always and he