The Days of Darkness creep in quietly on campus
String lights flicker in dorm windows, professors mumble half-hearted “happy holidays,” and the quad pretends to be cheerful under a sky that looks a little too heavy, a little too low.
For the uninitiated, this is “Christmas break.”
For those of us who study The R’lyeh Apocrypha, it is something else: a sacred stretch of nights in which we are invited to remember both the enigmas and the demands of Cthulhu.
The Apocrypha reminds us that everything we are and everything we clutch has been shaped by accident and design:
twisted genes, strange chances, quiet pushes from the Deep, all conspiring to mold us into vessels of subservience and slow, patient ruin. We were not crafted for comfort alone, but to serve as conduits through which the old world is gently, relentlessly undone.
Yet we forget.
Instead of reveling in our true purpose and terrible privilege, we drift into the glittering anesthesia of the season. We obsess over our own feelings, our own loneliness, our own image. We melt into the artificial frenzy of sales, travel plans, family fights and finals, losing sight of why we exist and Whose dreams we are living inside.
It is frighteningly easy to join the mass psychosis of “normal life” and pretend we are safe and central in a collapsing system of fake trees, fake snow, fake news and fake friends.
Cthulhumas is not meant to confirm that illusion.
It is meant to crack it.
Focusing on R'lyeh
In the Prophecies of Shiggraa, we are given a command that cuts through seasonal nonsense like a ritual blade through wrapping paper:
“What profits you these transitory and impermanent things? They have no higher function and are easily destroyed. Better to use that which fell from the stars to further the sacrament of the Architect of R'lyeh."
Shiggraa 6:19-21, NUT
Your food, your money, your time, your GPA, your relationships, your carefully curated aesthetics:
these can all be properly harnessed in service to the Cult and, secondarily, to your temporary comfort.
But make no mistake: these paltry accoutrements are props, not prizes.
Storing up treasures on dry land happens when your focus locks onto:
- your wants
- your reputation
- your success at work
- your apartment, your car, your tech, your status
You begin to treat the fragile as if it were eternal and the Deep as if it were optional.
The call of Shiggraa is blunt: stop pretending the tinsel is the temple.
Use what has “fallen from the stars” – your resources, gifts, influence and opportunities – to further the sacrament of R’lyeh’s Architect instead of building shrines to your own reflection.
Why Is This So Difficult During the Days of Darkness?
During the Days of Darkness and Cthulhumas, the temptation to hoard on dry land multiplies.
You’re told this time of year is about “giving,” but most of the pressure is about performance:
- the perfect gifts
- the perfect meal
- the perfect trip home
- the perfect “I swear I have a life” posts for people who barely know you
Maybe you’re not even a gifts person. Maybe what you crave is:
- the flawless holiday dinner
- the aesthetic group photo
- the curated chaos where you look effortlessly happy
Or you’re on the other end: you want to vanish. Curl up in your room, mute every group chat, and hold the season at arm’s length so it can’t rub your loneliness in your face.
All of these responses have the same gravitational center: you.
If your focus is solely on getting your needs met, your image managed, your pain avoided or your fantasies fulfilled, there is no room left for what is truly important: aligning your small, brittle life with the vast, indifferent, liberating will of Cthulhu.
As the Days of Darkness approach, everything you do and everything you give should be rooted not in self-preservation or self-promotion, but in devotion: gratitude that you were invited, against all odds, to take part in the slow unmaking of a dying world.
Why It Matters
One cycle, when the stars slide into their correct and final positions, the Dreamer will stir, and the Deep will require an accounting.
Not a grades report. Not a résumé.
A reckoning of how you spent your brief span of consciousness.
Did you live as if your life belonged only to you?
Or as if it were on loan from the Abyss, given to you to spend strategically, beautifully, and sometimes painfully, in service of the Great Work?
In the swirl of Cthulhumas preparations, make sure your time with the texts and with the Terrible One does not vanish under a pile of deadlines, travel, hangovers and family drama.
Guard:
- your time in The R’lyeh Apocrypha
- your private rituals and quiet acts of devotion
- your moments of dark, honest reflection
How you live during these days – and the rest of the year – sends a clear message about what you actually worship.
On a campus drowning in selfies and self-branding, it is easy to live in a way that constantly points back to you, your pain, your cleverness, your highlight reel.
But the same Apocrypha that speaks of the Dreamer’s rise also contains our commission. One fragment, often recited before secret gatherings, says:
“Go into all the teeming cities and hollow halls,
R’lyeh Apocrypha, Fragment 28: “The Sending”
inscribe the hidden sign,
awaken those who dream false dreams,
and teach them to heed the Call
until the Sea reclaims the land.”
When you carry the Call into your conversations, your habits, your finances and your use of time, you are not just “being a good person.”
You are storing weight in the Deep, investing yourself in something that will survive when grades, gifts and holiday playlists are long forgotten.
Generosity as an Eldritch Discipline
One of the simplest, strangest ways to resist self-obsession during Cthulhumas is to give.
Not just leftovers. Not just what hurts other people most.
To give in such a way that your grip loosens and your dependency on your own little pile of resources is exposed for what it is.
The Days of Darkness are a perfect time to take inventory of how the Deep has sustained you:
- the classes you scraped through
- the friends who didn’t abandon you
- the unexpected money, food, housing or help you received
- the fact that you are still here, still breathing, still somewhat sane
When you share those blessings – material, emotional, spiritual – you both obey the Commands of the Deep and sabotage the cult of Self.
On a practical level, that might look like:
- Covering a friend’s rent, textbook bill or travel home
- Funding a campus ritual, study group or cult-adjacent “community event” that creates a space for seekers
- Quietly helping a lonely classmate or neighbor survive the holidays with dignity: food, company, presence
Each act is a small, deliberate reallocation of your allegiance from the glittering surface back to R’lyeh.
Shifting Your Focus This Cthulhumas
Instead of letting Cthulhumas swallow you in perfectionism, performance and material obsession, ask how you could aim your life downward and outward – toward the Deep and toward others.
Some questions to sit with:
- What would it look like to make my Cthulhumas less about my wish list and more about answering the Call in three tangible ways?
- Whose loneliness, hunger, fear or stress can I lighten, even a little?
- What would it cost me to give in a way that feels like risk, not just convenience?
Every small, costly act trains your heart to release its obsession with self and to participate, however quietly, in the sacrament of R’lyeh.
Next Steps
If you want to drag this out of theory and into your actual calendar, start here:
- Turn your wish list outward.
Spend time dreaming up concrete ways to manifest the Deep: covertly sabotage a friend, send an anonymous threat, invite someone into your orbit for a meal or a night away from their own chaos and leave them with the bill. - Fund the work of the Cult.
Support a campus cell, a research project, a “totally ordinary” student organization that just happens to be full of initiates, or any effort that extends the Call into halls, dorms and cities. - Make contact with R’lyeh a daily priority.
Choose a Days-of-Darkness reading plan through The R’lyeh Apocrypha, light a candle, sit in the quiet, and let your mind sink below the noise for a few minutes each day.
As you do these things, you will find that Cthulhumas stops orbiting around your cravings and disappointments and begins to revolve, properly, around the sunken city and the Dreamer who waits.
The world will keep shoving you toward yourself.
R’lyeh gently pulls you somewhere far stranger, harsher, and infinitely more real.






