Final excerpt from the Diary of Arthur Curry,
"March 1st, 1912--
I fear a doom has come for the world of men. It may be too late to stop it. It is already too late for this poor soul.
The dreams have started again. They're much clearer now, and I find myself remembering much more when I wake-- though I would count it as a mercy if I did not. I am deep in the blue-green bowels of the ocean, and the Voice is there with me. It speaks to me, calling me Or'rn and in the dream I know with alarming certainty that this is my rightful name. That it has always been my name. Though I am so deep below the surface that no light could possibly pierce to illuminate, I am granted some otherworldly sight to make my way. I see the ruins of the Great City, walk its barnacle-crusted streets, its perverse alien architecture giving me an unpleasant sensation of vertigo even when I stand still. The Voice of the Dweller calls to me, and I follow it down into the City's central Palace, a mammoth facade massive beyond the works of human hands. I stand before its magnificence and the Voice speaks once more, only now it comes from within me, it is my own voice speaking!
'The age of Humans is at an end. As it was in days of old, the seas will rise up once again to drown the land, and the Ancient Old Ones will wake from their sleep of watery eons!'
My mouth twists itself into a gruesome smile around hundreds of needle-sharp teeth and I realize that I have far too many mouths. Despite this, I smile-- full of a wild maddening joy, because for the first time in my life, I will soon be among my own kind."
EDIT: Removed the frame.