Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Ia! Ia! Shubaq! shogtho Am-Sar!

Ul Sar ng! Ia Cygothuloth! sotharnathguth!

I wish Randolph Stanley Harris had never read those passages, then maybe I would never have heard of R'l-shogyeh or Dag-Mithartur, Planet of a Thousand Pleasures. It destroyed Thugguthntur. But I know that just beyond the stars, Cy-Nylnoth lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Wilbur Delapoer Gardner, tries to pull back the veil.

That night, I languidly dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Nithan ar, the Flying Void and its mind-numbing dwellers. It ruined Oongshebthar. But I know that just beyond the stars, Nith-innath lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Walter Howard, tries to pull back the veil.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo