Seriously, this is one throat infection away from being a full-fledged fever dream:
Ace doesn’t understand what they are doing. Neither do I. Neither do they, I think. They just know that the cardboard must be worn, and the chants must be made, and the movements must be adhered to as per the dreamings. They pity you, you know. You do not see the wondrous vistas that they do. You are as dust and ash cast from the fire…
“Y’AI ‘NG’NGAH, YOG-SOTHOTH H’EE—L’GEB F’AI THRODOG UAAAH, NOT BINDERS!”
Sorry about that.