Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
Ia! Ia! Cyua-o! hepotho Ul-lanek!
She kept reading from that doomed tome "Nyl'buglui mglw'nafh Galardar Teldar fht'oth fhtlei!" It destroyed Thug-Nithgothua. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping when I try.
I wish Walter D. Gilman had never opened that door... Hasfhtathath, the grim tract of Cth-gothnek's evil. I felt the presence of Yogshogurtur.
The Cursed Temple to Niththar, the Stalker
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