Only a congeries of iridescent globes, yet stupendous in its malign suggestiveness

Surprisingly, everyone in Anchorage seems to have forgotten to mention the massive spatial distortion in the east end. Dicks. We are indebted to Google for relaying images of the anomaly, undoubtedly the work of Yog-Sothoth. For Yog-Sothoth stands at the threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the threshold. He knows where the Old Ones broke through, and where They shall break through again. He will open the gate and cyclopean horrors from beyond the outer spheres shall pass by His ichorous throne, flowing in black streams from that world to this one. When Yog-Sothoth, the Key and the Door, spreads wide the tainted portal, fueled by His black engine and the blood of a thousand thousand stars, you shall glimpse His eldritch amorphous form for only a moment before Terror and Chaos devour your immortal soul.

Thank the Drowned Gods I don't live in Alaska.