Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I kept reading from that cursed scroll "Ia! Ia! Shubthar! othoth Shubhepong!" It ruined Tha-Il. But I know that just beyond the stars, Nyar-athion lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Charles Philip Gilman, tries to pull back the veil.

That night, Charles Delapoer Howard dreamed of The Atrocious Temple to Shog-Nith, the Eyeless One and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. I was eternally banished to Olgoth, Plateau of Countless Wonders. Hasbugguth! Atrocious, obscene home of the Niginthar. How I trembled with revulsion at its sight... Such accursed plateaus! I can hear the servant-beast Mitep now...

Tel'onion mglw'nafh Yugnath Hasdar bug'thar athnagl!

N'gai, Oo'shu'latep, hepog-tharlei, y'hah; Il-aqagn...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo