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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: the last moment, and thought also of the nameless entities which
might be lurking in the black abysses below the chasm.
My wavering
torch was growing feeble, but I could tell by some obscure memory
when I neared the cleft. The chill blasts of wind and the nauseous
whistling shrieks behind me were for the moment like a merciful
opiate, dulling my imagination to the horror of the yawning gulf
ahead. And then I became aware of the added blasts and whistling
in front of me - tides of abomination surging up through the cleft
itself from depths unimagined and unimaginable.
Now, indeed,
Shadow out of Time |
