Words cannot describe the nightmare of this being that defies explanation and hierarchy. Infinite levels of infinity, infinite -verses beyond the order of a vast multiverse. These things are less than nothing before that which definition pales in comparison to. It is The True God.
A hypothetical, all-powerful force that introduces lasting implications by the mere mention of its true existence. Unknowable and undetected by most, it seems to be the prime cause of a myriad of irreversible problems whenever it is detected in the indescribable abysses of The Box, a great and unfathomable structure which exists in a place that has no name or conception, or better yet, itself.
Those who peer beyond the unknown are broken of mind beyond what is impossible. Concepts which have no analogue in the art of words and symbols, take the form of dimensionless "figures" which pierce vision through the mind. It enters the scale of perceivable and in-perceivable reality, And yet, this is not the form of The True God, but merely an echo of its will - a discarded shell of omnipotence. Unmentionable forms and ideas become expressed, and transposed into perception.
Logic ceases, and nameless dread, embodying the howl of a beyond-infinite number of distinct, unnameable nightmares, reduces the infinities of all things and ideas to ruin beyond oblivion and reconciliation. All entities: the abstract, the conceptual, the body, the mind, are made useless and deficient before an unutterable force which basks in cruel conceptions and meaningless conquests. Sometimes, in some frightful malice, its myriad essence, told of in lies and blasphemies, enters worlds of its own accord, undetected by meager senses or abstract conquests. Even the greatest of minds and the most powerful of entities are unable to dive into the depths of its inconceivable nature. And yet, there are some who enter deep into the abysses beyond reason and and understanding, behind the membranes that form separations of reality from the next, and they who search are caught by something they cannot ascertain, becoming useless, lost and trapped in a world beyond all conceptualization where none return. The essence of limitless insanity spews into fruition from untold spheres that recognize no truth.
They posit that it is an immemorial force of absolute totality, destined to seperate themselves from all that is and all that isn't. They claim that by knowing its influence, they will be favored by it. Whatever the truth, it's impossible to know what its agendas are - it is untied to logic and consequences. Physical laws, philosophical inquiries, logic and concepts are inapplicable to it, and these things cannot be used to exert force over it in any conceivable way.