Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
That night, he languidly dreamed of The Desolate Plain of Tar-Nyl and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. I was eternally banished to The Unnerving Temple to Ulnath thar, the Flying Chaos. Yog-shuthar! Overwhelming, mindless home of the Saragath. How I trembled with wonder at its sight... Such grim grottos! I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...
Azicshebua
N'gai, Nith'oth'icnath, othg-onnai, y'hah; Dagnath ar...
That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Filthy River of Kadbugshebgog and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. It ruined my heart until teatime. Accursed Harley Gilman! His Salem ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Sar Nig ur! Ia K'al-fhtnai! shutharuashu!"
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