Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
Tar-Sar
Oonshog
That night, I languidly dreamed of The Stinking Plateau of Nathath and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. It was hopeless! Accursed since our earliest ancestor crept from the primordial slime, as predicted by the Gaana hepo runes!
Ia! Ia! Y'hahepoicua! sothath Phua-agn!
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