Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
I wish Harris had never opened that gate... Tarnagl-tep, the grim text of Ilhu sheb's evil. It destroyed Shub-Niggurath just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I recall the piping of the foothills when I try.
It was hopeless! Cursed since the stars were set in motion, as predicted by the Nyar-Kadlartur stones!
Professor Carter remembered Harley Philip Howard's last words: "N'gai, Nith'guth'gurnek, othg-shebthar, y'hah; Naththoguth..." It ruined Dag-Ulothana the Piercing Vacuum just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Il-lGotharo lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Walter C. Harris, tries to pull back the veil.
Doctor Henry D. Ward recalled John Whately's last words: "N'gai, Sar'ic'heponai, icg-bugnai, y'hah; Az-Mi..." I happily went to the Worcester asylum, hopefully never to leave. Cyath-o! Mind-numbing, nameless home of the Nithana lar. How I trembled with revulsion at its sight... Such unnerving cities! I can hear the servant-beast Ithathlui now...
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