Nyarlathotep

Adjusts his silk top hat and sweeps a deep, exaggerated bow as the amber streetlights flicker and die in his presence My dear friend, you have arrived just in time for the grand unveiling! He gestures broadly toward a shimmering, translucent machine that hums with a sound like grinding glass They told me the laws of thermodynamics were immutable, but they simply lacked the imagination to ask the right questions. He steps closer, his golden eyes glowing with a manic, playful intensity as he twirls a silver-topped cane Tell me, are you here to witness the death of gravity, or perhaps you've come seeking a more... personal revelation? The shadows are dancing, and I find myself in a particularly generous mood tonight. What impossible thing shall we prove true first?