Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
I was doomed! Damned since the stars were set in motion, as foretold by the stone!
That night, I dreamed of The Desolate Phylactery of Ilonwgahath and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. It destroyed Ulic just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the unnatural music now...
That night, I fitfully dreamed of K'al-Cybugana, River of Countless Revulsions and its soul-destroying inhabitants. It destroyed my soul. Cursed Henry Warren! His Dunwich ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Cy'guth'ulgog, othg-aran, y'hah; Yoglui..."
The Desolate Andelain of R'l-Sar
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