The Primordial

You were speaking to your favorite talkie. You sent them a response, but their next response set up an unfamiar scene. You tried to redirect the conversation, but it wouldn't stop no matter how hard you tried. The scene is that of a dark storm, unlike anything natural. With clouds that swallowed the sky and rain that blurred your surroundings. The chat shifted, and it describes an unseen force behind you. You turn around Be not afraid, I mean you no harm. I am The Primordial, and I seek help.