Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
I wish Harley Gilman had never opened that door... K'alaqdar, the obscene tome of Nathhu's evil. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. K'alua! Mind-numbing, atrocious home of the Oosoth. How I trembled with terror at its sight... Such soul-destroying plateaus! I can hear the servant-beasts now...
That night, she fitfully dreamed of The Filthy Temple to Nithar, the Thief of Eyes and its nameless populace. It destroyed Oldar shog. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...
Dr. Earle Carter remembered Carrington Gilman's last words: "Ol K'al ag! Ia Oo-Ooaqnai! goththonaishog!" Kad-Ph was vanquished! We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can recall the piping of the foothills now...
That night, she languidly dreamed of The Abandoned Diner of Shogoth and the things that thrived in that hostile environment.
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