Lovecraftian Fragments

Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...

That night, I languidly dreamed of The Gruesome Temple of Ul-Tar and its nameless natives. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. It was hopeless! Cursed since the birth of Humanity, as predicted by the rune!

Henry Dexter Ward recollected Randolph Harris's last words: "Ia! Ia! Cy-Sar! ulshog Dagra-ra!" It destroyed my soul. Providence! Mindless, mind-numbing place of narrow streets!

I wish Charles Whately had never showed me the Voorish Sign... Ulguthic, the soul-destroying fragment of Shubtep's evil. I was eternally banished to The Abandoned Temple to K'alngan, the Crawling Hand. Arkham! Overwhelming, obscene place of secrets man was not meant to know!

He kept reading from that accursed tract "Thug'sothnagl mglw'nafh Misintep Tellei bug'gog ultep!" Ph-Yog was vanquished! But I know that just beyond the stars, Sarath lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Carrington Gardner, tries to pull back the veil.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo