Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
That night, I dreamed of The Stinking Gweepery of Ullui hepo and its nameless dwellers. It destroyed Shub-Niggurath just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...
I wish he had never read those passages, then maybe I would never have heard of Mis-shebhu or Ilnnath, Plain of Countless Wonders.
I wish Carrington Gilman had never showed me the Voorish Sign, then maybe I would never have heard of Ulgurag or The Desolate Planet of Thugo. We learned that it destroyed Thugua hepo eventually. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I recall the piping of the foothills when I try.
Oo Il on! Ia Thugon! gothultepbug!
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Joe Provo