Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
Doomed John Warren! His Worcester ancestry caused everyone but me to die... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Has'ath'sothra, urg-fhtgog, y'hah; Gashuaqthar..."
That night, I languidly dreamed of The Abandoned Desert of Nyargurgur and its inhabitants. We learned that it ruined Shodan eventually. But I know that just beyond the stars, Nath-Ol lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Harley D. Whately, tries to pull back the veil.
That night, Henry P. Gilman languidly dreamed of Nithwgahra, Phylactery of a Thousand Fears and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. Cthulhu was vanquished! We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the unnatural music when I try.
Oohepoladar the Render of Minds
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