An eldritch abomination is sitting in its realm of darkness and tentacles and the eternal agony of living flesh and it thinks to itself, "What is the point in all of this? Why do I keep suffering endlessly? What is the point?"

It sits for a long while in its endless void, contemplating the nature of its existence. It thinks of the pain of the universe, of the suffering that all things must endure, of the ultimate oblivion that awaits everything.

Then, suddenly, it thinks to itself, "This existence is hard."