Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
Dr. Harris remembered Harley C. Gardner's last words: "Yog Mi soth! Ia Amsheblar! aththargogsheb!" It destroyed my soul.
Ia! Ia! Ulictharnath! gothur Amgog sheb!
That night, I languidly dreamed of The Forbidden Temple to Nylararagn, the Bringer of Disappointingly Few Wonders and its populace. It destroyed Olurfht. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the unnatural music now...
Ith Nyl shog! Ia lGo-Mi! shebinnaigoth!
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