Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
That night, I dreamed of The Forbidden Temple to Nith-Nyl, the Crawling Madness and its populace. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Ipswich! Mindless, doomed place of disturbingly-angled roofs!
Carrington Delapoer Harris recalled Carrington Gilman's last words: "Ia! Ia! Misfhtag! larfht Ga-onnath!" It destroyed us. Boston! Soul-destroying, mind-numbing place of decayed natives!
Randolph Delapoer Warren kept reading from that cursed volume "Am'tharoth mglw'nafh Thalaua Phnai ath'ua athath!" I happily went to the Boston asylum, hopefully never to leave. I was doomed! Cursed since the stars were set in motion, as predicted by the tome!
That night, I dreamed of Mi-ulua, City of Innumerable Pleasures and its mind-numbing natives. We learned that it ruined Tarfht eventually. But I know that just beyond the stars, Ullui lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Walter Howard, tries to pull back the veil.
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