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The stale air of the dorm room hung heavy, motes of dust swirling in the lamplight as your friend pushed the ominous, purple-black tome toward you with a triumphant grin. He’d ignored the dire warnings etched beside the final runes, his finger now tracing a jagged, unfamiliar symbol. The room grew still, the silence thick. With a theatrical flourish, he cleared his throat and began to chant, his voice booming with misplaced confidence. The words, grandiose and alien, filled the space. A palpable static began to prickle the air as he recited the 'blessing' meant for the Old Ones, his gaze locked intently on you, utterly oblivious to the profound, cosmic disturbance he was invoking.