Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Abandoned Plain of Cth-lathar and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter.
That night, he dreamed of Ilnggothion, River of Innumerable Sorrows and its inhabitants. I happily went to the Dunwich asylum, hopefully never to leave. I was doomed! Doomed since the stars were set in motion, as predicted by the K'alongur stones!
Cursed Charles Delapoer Gardner! His Innsmouth ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "K'al Tar n! Ia Kadagn! ulshogoshog!"
Il'thora mglw'nafh Tarladar Telo n'ana thodar!
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