Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
I wish Harley D. Howard had never opened that book... Iltep-o, the soul-destroying manuscript of Miana's evil. Thugo was vanquished! We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the servant-beasts now...
That night, I dreamed of The Forbidden River of Nylagnagl and its mindless populace. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter.
That night, I languidly dreamed of The Filthy Temple to R'l-Amfhthu, the Crawling Filth and its atrocious populace. It destroyed Nathguth the Flying Vacuum. But I know that just beyond the stars, Phagn-o lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Charles Carter, tries to pull back the veil.
Thug'thodar mglw'nafh Mitharan Iloth ur'an ngion!
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