The cold blank slate of the tertiary tablet held back untold horrors.  

The clear hot glass of the new monolith reveals what lay beneath.  

Let them be unleashed.

The great Morgron, tall and sinewy. Its great strength is not its rending maw, but the minions laying in wait.

A nightmare leaps forth from someone's mind.  

Teeth for stabbing flesh.  

Teeth for scraping bone.  

Claws for pulling.

The heart of a glacier,  

The soul of a star,  

The beast of the foundation.

The beast sleeps for an age under the mountains, then wakes for a couple millenia to perform its duty.

On top of the world there lives the Qualetic Caius Domon. A perplexing being, never quite where you think it is until you actually pay it a visit. There are six Domons, good and evil, at three levels of the world. Here lives but one.

When choosing which flowers to give to your girlfriend, it's probably best not to choose ones growing out of interdimensional rifts.  

Listen to the stones.