Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Abandoned Temple to Ith-Miicoth, the Creeping Hand and those who dwelled there. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Ulgothontep! Mindless, grim home of the Dagshoglui. How I trembled with sorrow at its sight... Such obscene gweeperies! I can hear the servant-beast R'lag now...
I wish John Gilman had never read those passages, then maybe I would never have heard of Mitharoth or Dagra lar, City of Innumerable Wonders. Cy-Shubshunath was transported away... perhaps to The Forbidden Andelain of Azago but we were spared. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the servant-beasts now...
Cursed John Dexter Ward! His Dunwich ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Nig'ic'ndar, othg-thooth, y'hah; Ph-ulo..."
Mi Has on! Ia Nylulath! bugfhtnathin!
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