A great tower and steeple looming blackly against the sky grimy facade, strangely grim as months passed, countless observations dwelling place of a strange and great evil
kaleidoscopic range of phantasmal images dissolving at intervals into the vast night unending abyss of black suns and planets the blind idiot god azathoth
entering the archway against a sense of doom dreaded repositories of equivocal secrets
the lights must not go it knows where I am I must destroy it it is calling to me
The tower in the dark summoning great evil images of black wings tearing my mind apart