"...Azathoth gnaws hungrily in chaos amid pounding and piping and the hellish dancing of the Other Gods, blind, voiceless, tenebrous, and mindless, with their soul and messenger Nyarlathotep."

H.P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

Woven from the duality of chaos and abyss, this cap bears the weight of Azathoth's madness. To don it is to challenge the cosmos, yet to attract the gaze of that which should not be roused. Tread lightly, bearer.