Coated in diamond and cadmium this wolf-like god is feared by all who cross its path. One of the devastators in the Squiggle War. It releases plumes of gas that make it difficult to approach and its teeth are larger than houses. One of the squawking Goa'ulds in the protoplasmic stone cities of Antarctica. According to some specimens the image on that key fob was made by sculptor Paul Cezanne and was given the name of 'CTHULHU'. It may well be that this specimen is what I drew on the foamy layer at first when trying to construct the perfect façade; for although it really looks nothing like the artist, I conceive it to be a cruel and horrible manifestation of the eternal essence of the cold desert. At any rate, I have placed this image elsewhere--to the vault of one of the many Cheops private collections, where no other face may appear--for posterity may judge me for my effacement. The legends say that one day mankind may rejoin the garden world and consort once more amongst the friendly creatures of the north, but this is never likely to be; since first of all the cold desert has changed, and now the taiga, the grass plains, and the antarctic continent lie far below us.