With a contented sigh, Williams cut power to the testing area, sealing the rift to...well, wherever the hell shoggoths came from. He shut off the klaxons that blared their usual cacophony of alarm and began the task of cleanup. The coffee pot and limonene flask had remained miraculously unbroken, and quickly, the scent of oranges began to dispel the last lingering odors of the Great Beyond.<br/><br/>Impossible geometries, rugose and gibbering horrors, colors beyond human comprehension, and the sounds, sweet Azathoth, the sounds! Truly, it was the music of the cosmos. The wails of the damned and the maddened piping at the center of Creation mingled to create a noise most normal humans would describe as horrific and maddening. Williams, however, thought it a beautiful sonata. The background music behind the Veil. The orchestral score of the Cosmos.<br/><br/>Williams was positively giddy. The first test with E-220 to yield proper, extranormal results! Stowing his findings in a folder, he sprinted back to his office for detox procedures. Then he'd send his findings to Arkham, and then he'd clean up the unsightly mess the shotgun had made in the lab. And then he'd go back with a fresh atom for more testing. There were more beauties to unearth, and by Jove, he would bear witness to their ascension. He would create wondrous things with them.<span style="font-style: italic">Wondrous</span>things. Things that could uplift humanity. Things that could save it from the impending threat of the beings he sought to study. He only hoped he had time to do so before the stars became right once more.