With ten billion fingers, That Which Sleeps While Wakeful entered  the office, each of its fingers simultaneously flexing and weaving into thousands of shapes at any given time as it crossed the room to take its (for lack of a better term) seat across from Tim at his desk.

As the creature settled, Tim did one last check to make sure everything was ready. His files were prepared on the side while his grimoires had been placed under his chair. With everything set he reached out to the side of his desk and pressed the record button on the old tape recorder he set up in the room. It may have been out of date, but cassette tapes were generally less dangerous to record on than digital mediums. Even so, Tim knew that he would likely have to do some serious editing after this meeting to make sure the tape was safe for more sensitive audience to listen to.

He pulled up the report and skimmed through it once more, unfortunately he knew that his client was going to be one of the more difficult ones, "Look Sir, Madame, and/or other we-" 

That Which Sleeps While Wakeful swiftly corrected Tim, doing so by bulging out three of its eyes, which then dripped away into two thousand separate eyes that darted around together to draw impossible geometries before, merging into one large eye that watched him intently on the table. Most people would have been driven mad from the sight. As the earth's only Ambassador of Eldritch Affairs, Tim was immune to the cognitive effects of eldritch entities and was able to understand the creature fairly easily. 

"Oh of course, my mistake," he apologised, realising that he had been somewhat rude, "look Z̷̑̿͑̀͠ͅǐ̵͈͚r̷̫͍̬̥̳̃m̸̲̽̐á̸̢̲͕͔̒̾d̵̩̄͑̓͠͝a̷͙͊͋͆̕m̶̮͍̓̃̅͗̈͆͌̕ there have been reports that you've been accepting summons by cultists to Stone Harbour. We would politely ask if-" That Which Sleeps While Wakeful screeched through its eye, releasing a defaning wail. 

Great, Tim thought, not only did I piss Z̷̑̿͑̀͠ͅǐ̵͈͚r̷̫͍̬̥̳̃m̸̲̽̐á̸̢̲͕͔̒̾d̵̩̄͑̓͠͝a̷͙͊͋͆̕m̶̮͍̓̃̅͗̈͆͌̕ off, that was at least a level 4 cognitohazard. I'll be stuck editing all night if Z̷̑̿͑̀͠ͅǐ̵͈͚r̷̫͍̬̥̳̃m̸̲̽̐á̸̢̲͕͔̒̾d̵̩̄͑̓͠͝a̷͙͊͋͆̕m̶̮͍̓̃̅͗̈͆͌̕ keeps making noise like that. 

"We understand that you need to be summoned for your wakeful rest," honestly they had no idea why this thing wanted to be summoned. The only people who seemed to understand started rambling on about how reality was an illusion and dreams where the truth before refusing to sleep until they died from insomnia. Tim on the other hand just grew really bored when he read up what its reasons were in the report, and so forgot, he didn't however want his client to know that. "but the region is home to a number of major tourist attractions and an endangered species of-" 

That Which Sleeps While Wakeful dropped a horse-like tooth from its ear in confusion. Tim sighed as he knew that telling Z̷̑̿͑̀͠ͅǐ̵͈͚r̷̫͍̬̥̳̃m̸̲̽̐á̸̢̲͕͔̒̾d̵̩̄͑̓͠͝a̷͙͊͋͆̕m̶̮͍̓̃̅͗̈͆͌̕ humanity's reasons for why they didn't want a madness-inducing eldritch abomination on the east coast was a bad idea. So he'd have to rely on different tactics. 

Tim reached under his seat and pulled out one of his grimoires. An unabridged 4th edition copy of The Book of Woven Infinity. Not as popular as the Necronomicon or The King in Yellow by any means, but it would be more useful in this situation. 

He flipped the book to a random page, knowing that it would be the one he needed. Before he attempted to recite the spell within. Attempted being the correct term as the words were not made for human lips. However That Which Sleeps While Wakeful joined in, it's chant beautiful and deranged, the Chant clawed its way out of That Which Sleeps While Wakeful's throat. The chant wildly danced around the room, crashing into the walls and even knocking over the tape recorder on the table. Though Tim hoped that the recorder would be fine he also knew that this was not the time to think about that right now as he continued to chant with That Which Sleeps While Wakeful. 

Soon enough lights formed in the room as the entire universe consolidated itself within the enclosed space. Perhaps if this were Tim's first time doing this he would be transfixed on the majesty. Instead —a somewhat tired— Tim grabbed hold of a single galaxy with two of his fingers, careful not to damage it as he placed it within the book and shut it tight within. As smoke began to rise from the pages he threw it against the wall in the distance, opening a hole to who knows where.

That Which Sleeps While Wakeful melted with delight as it transformed into a vaporous liquid and leaped into the hole in the wall.

Checking to confirm that all of That Which Sleeps While Wakeful was out of the room, Tim spoke a word forgotten to the universe, as it Immediately crashed and rippled into itself before returning the room back to its initial state.  Tim checked the tape recorder to confirm that it was intact, He was mildly concerned when the tape tried to run away as he picked it up, but he was fairly certain that it recorded everything. He just needed to edit it before showing it to his supervisors. Maybe give it a cookie or something to keep it under control. 

In the meantime he placed the Cassette tape into a plastic bag as it struggled against him before locking it in a briefcase to make sure it wouldn't escape. He then placed the tape recorder back on the table before he gathered any notes that had been blown away during the last display. Finally he placed the Grimoire under his chair with the others once more. All set he patiently sat at his chair for his next client, before a lawn of teeth began forming along the floor, informing Tim that They Who Feast Upon Enigmas had entered his office.