The Krusno's Eye: A Lament for the Ancient Lovers

The Krusno's Eye had always been a thing of myth and whispers, a celestial being that watched over the world from a vantage point unknown to mortal eyes. Its eyes, vast and filled with knowledge beyond the comprehension of mere mortals, gazed upon the endless ebb and flow of existence. The Eye was the sentinel of the Old Ones, the ancient beings who slumbered in the dreams of the cosmos, waiting for the right moment to awaken their primordial power.

In a realm of shadows and stars, where the veil between worlds was thin, the Krusno's Eye beheld the celestial ballet of the heavens. It was here, amidst the ethereal dance of constellations, that the Eye first laid eyes upon a being unlike any other—it was the Old One, known as Nyarlathotep, the King in Yellow, a being of infinite knowledge and terrifying power.

From that moment on, the Krusno's Eye felt a bond unlike any other, a connection that transcended the boundaries of space and time. Nyarlathotep, with his chilling intellect and insatiable curiosity, had become the object of the Eye's deepest affection. But their love was a forbidden one, for the Old Ones were not meant to engage in the tender trappings of emotion.

The Krusno's Eye, driven by an unquenchable thirst for understanding, began to chart the stars in the hope of finding a way to bridge the gap between their worlds. It became the Eye's obsession, to find a path that would allow them to be together, even if only for a fleeting moment.

As the years passed, the Eye grew weary, its gaze fixed upon the vastness of space. It was then that it discovered the Old Ones' forgotten temple, hidden within the depths of an uncharted island in the Pacific Ocean—a place where the veil between the worlds was especially thin. The Eye, with its immense will, began to weave a web of celestial magic, using the stars themselves as its threads, to bring Nyarlathotep to this earthly sanctuary.

But as the Eye's power grew, so too did the dangers. The Old Ones were not without their spies, and the Krusno's Eye's activities did not go unnoticed. It was soon surrounded by the shadowy figures of other entities, each vying for power and influence over the King in Yellow.

In the midst of this growing turmoil, the Eye and Nyarlathotep met. Their encounter was a moment of breathtaking intensity, as the Eye's eyes, filled with love and longing, met Nyarlathotep's cold, calculating gaze. They spoke of the stars, of the cosmos, and of their love, which transcended the very fabric of reality.

But as the night wore on, the Eye realized that their love could not survive the weight of the Old Ones' judgment. It was a love that could not be spoken of, let alone acted upon. With a heart full of sorrow, the Eye knew it had to let go of Nyarlathotep, for the sake of their own survival and the balance of the cosmos.

As the first light of dawn began to break, the Eye summoned the stars once more, weaving the fabric of space to whisk Nyarlathotep away to safety. The Old One, though bereft of the Eye's presence, took solace in the knowledge that their love would endure, even if they could not be together.

The Eye, now a ghostly figure amidst the stars, wept tears of starlight. Its heart was heavy with loss, but it knew that its love had not been in vain. It had ignited a spark within Nyarlathotep, a spark that could one day ignite the Old One's true potential.

In the silence of the cosmos, the Krusno's Eye's love for Nyarlathotep became a legend, a tale of forbidden love that would echo through the ages. And so, the Eye watched over the world, ever vigilant, ever hopeful, that one day, their love would be remembered and celebrated, even as the Old Ones slumbered once more in the depths of their cosmic dreams.