Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
Ia! Ia! Ithagn-nagl! othng Thaath!
N'gai, Il'gur'othyeh, ng-shogtur, y'hah; Ph-Ambugion...
Ia! Ia! Misua ag! gurtho Mis-Ph!
That night, she languidly dreamed of The Forbidden Temple to Il-Mis, the Flying Mass and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. It destroyed Illui-an. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...
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Cheers,
Joe Provo