Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
That night, he fitfully dreamed of The Forbidden Temple to Sargurhu, the Thief and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. We learned that it ruined Thug-lGolarath eventually. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping when I try.
Professor Howard Warren recalled Randolph Warren's last words: "N'gai, Am'ar'othtur, bugg-shognek, y'hah; Ulthoua..." I felt the presence of Nyl-nthar the Render.
Cursed Carrington Gardner! His New Bedford ancestry was the bane of all around him... and to this day I hear him screaming "Sar'ingog mglw'nafh K'alagath Y'haath guth'gog fhtan!"
That night, he fitfully dreamed of The Filthy Temple to Olgoth, the Tentacleless One and those who dwelled there. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter.
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