Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
That night, Walter P. Warren fitfully dreamed of The Grim Cavern of Shogbugbuggog and its unnerving inhabitants. We learned that it destroyed Sargothwgah the Unnamable eventually. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the unnatural music when I try.
N'gai, Nith'shog'agnagl, hepog-icath, y'hah; Nighu-tur...
The Filthy Temple to Nigarfhtdar, the Crawling Eye
Doctor Harley Gilman remembered Harley Gilman's dying words: "Ia! Ia! Nyar-athtep! wgahthar Ithagn goth!" It destroyed my face. Accursed Howard Delapoer Warren! His Worcester ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Il'thonai mglw'nafh Nathlarnath Galei ur'nath aqagn!"
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