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Lights still out-- must be five minutes now. Everything depends on lightning. Yaddith grant it will keep up! Some influence seems to be beating through it. Rain and thunder and wind deafen. The thing is taking hold of my mind.
Trouble with memory. I see things I never knew before. Other worlds and other galaxies... Dark... The lightning seems dark and the darkness seems light...
It cannot be the real hill and church that I see in the pitch-darkness. Must be retinal impression left by flashes.
What am I afraid of? Is it not an avatar of Nyarlathotep, who in antique and shadowy Khem even took the form of man? I remember Yuggoth, and more distant Shaggai, and the ultimate void of the black planets...
The long, winging flight through the void... cannot cross the universe of light... re-created by thoughts caught in the Shining Trapezohedron... send it through the horrible abysses of radiance...
Azathoth have mercy!-- the lightning no longer flashes-- horrible!-- I can see everything with a monstrous sense that is not sight--light is dark and dark is light... those people on the hill... guard... candles and charms... their priests..
Sense of distance gone-- far is near and near is far. No light-- no glass-- see that steeple-- that tower-- window-- can hear-- Roderick Usher-- am mad or going mad-- the thing is stirring and fumbling in the tower-- I am it and it is I-- I want to get out... must get out and unify the forces... It knows where I am...
I am Robert Blake, but I see the tower in the dark. There is a monstrous odor... senses transfigured... boarding at that tower window cracking and giving way...
I see it-- coming here-- hell-wind-- titan blur-- black wings-- Yog Sothoth save me-- the three-lobed burning eye.
Trouble with memory. I see things I never knew before. Other worlds and other galaxies... Dark... The lightning seems dark and the darkness seems light...
It cannot be the real hill and church that I see in the pitch-darkness. Must be retinal impression left by flashes.
What am I afraid of? Is it not an avatar of Nyarlathotep, who in antique and shadowy Khem even took the form of man? I remember Yuggoth, and more distant Shaggai, and the ultimate void of the black planets...
The long, winging flight through the void... cannot cross the universe of light... re-created by thoughts caught in the Shining Trapezohedron... send it through the horrible abysses of radiance...
Azathoth have mercy!-- the lightning no longer flashes-- horrible!-- I can see everything with a monstrous sense that is not sight--light is dark and dark is light... those people on the hill... guard... candles and charms... their priests..
Sense of distance gone-- far is near and near is far. No light-- no glass-- see that steeple-- that tower-- window-- can hear-- Roderick Usher-- am mad or going mad-- the thing is stirring and fumbling in the tower-- I am it and it is I-- I want to get out... must get out and unify the forces... It knows where I am...
I am Robert Blake, but I see the tower in the dark. There is a monstrous odor... senses transfigured... boarding at that tower window cracking and giving way...
I see it-- coming here-- hell-wind-- titan blur-- black wings-- Yog Sothoth save me-- the three-lobed burning eye.