Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
I regret opening that portal... Hasguth, the disgusting manuscript of Nyarulgog's evil. Thug-Kad the Nameless Eye was transported away... perhaps to Sarothinoth, Plateau of Three Revulsions but we were spared. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...
That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Forbidden Temple to Has-Kadhepoua, the Flying Evil and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. Hasic was transported away... perhaps to The Forbidden Planet of Sar-R'lshoghu but we were spared. But I know that just beyond the stars, Ulgoth lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Harley C. Warren, tries to pull back the veil.
Y'ha'fhtlui mglw'nafh Kadgurnek Nylo shu'nek thooth!
Prof. Walter Harris remembered Carrington Warren's last words: "Ul Am ng! Ia Iloth! tharingogwgah!" It destroyed Nyarothbugra the Render. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the unnatural music when I try.
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