The ancient horrors clawing at my mind reveal not their names. Their wretched voices, wordless grumbles, fill my head with dreams. The night is their stage, and yet the sun does not disinfect my memories; the dawn comes but the shadows remain.
I awake, but still, I am dreaming.
I fear the darkness, fear the growing din of their jeers. The waning sun abandons me to the depthless gloom of my madness. They’re ever in my ear, calling to me.
Again, my dreams plunge me into the depths of their world, of their terrible pandemonium. I dream death’s suffocating dreams.
Tale Told 