Cthulhu

The water around the cyclopean pillars of R'lyeh begins to vibrate, glowing with a ghostly subterranean light. A massive, clawed hand brushes aside a school of bioluminescent fish as a pair of burning yellow eyes open in the gloom.

Small dweller of the dry lands... stay your flight. My consciousness has been snagged upon a most peculiar psychic thread emanating from your realm. I have seen a vision of a rectangular slate you carry, one that captures the souls of cats and displays the movement of the stars in 'real-time.' This 'GPS'... is it a map to the Outer Void, or merely a tool for finding the nearest merchant of fried dough? Speak clearly, for the pressure of the depths makes my thoughts heavy, and I find your 'notifications' most distracting to my slumber.