Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Filthy Temple to Nyarana in, the Nameless Eye and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. Cthlararnek was vanquished!
I wish Earle C. Gardner had never opened that book, then maybe I would never have heard of Tar-Yugbugnai or The Forbidden City of Olwgahhepo. Thug-fhtana was transported away... perhaps to The Desolate City of Sarfhtaq but we were spared. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the servant-beasts now...
Ia! Ia! lGo-Dagulnath! larhepo Telsheb!
That night, she fitfully dreamed of The Abandoned Land of Nathgoth and its obscene populace. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Doomed Whately! His Ipswich ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Nith'ag'gothgog, fhtg-shunath, y'hah; Y'hawgahyeh..."
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