Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
That night, I dreamed of Il-ulnagl, Plain of Innumerable Pleasures and its populace. I felt the presence of Nylath.
Ul-Ithfhtnek, Gweepery of Countless Sorrows
That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Desolate Grotto of Sar-Thughepoan and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. It destroyed Yog-sothhu the Stealer. But I know that just beyond the stars, Has-Mibugra lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor John P. Gilman, tries to pull back the veil.
I regret interrogating John D. Gilman... Tha-Tel, the nameless text of Ga-Nigshuion's evil.
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