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Flavie
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C'est horriblement descriptif je n'en PEUX PLUS
— Sep 21, 2026 09:00AM
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Max
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One night I had a frightful dream in which I met my grandmother under the sea. She lived in a phosphorescent palace of many terraces, with gardens of strange leprous corals and grotesque brachiate efflorescences, and welcomed me with a warmth that may have been sardonic. She had changed—as those who take to the water change—and told me she had never died.
— Sep 17, 2026 12:00AM
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Max
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I shall plan my cousin's escape from that Canton mad–house, and together we shall go to marvel–shadowed Innsmouth. We shall swim out to that brooding reef in the sea and dive down ä through black abysses to Cyclopean and many– columned Y'ha–nthlei, and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory for ever.
— Sep 16, 2026 11:58PM
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Max
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I could not at first understand the
change, but gradually a horrible sort of comparison began to obtrude itself on my unconscious mind despite the steady refusal of my consciousness to admit even the least suspicion of it. It was clear that the typical expression of these faces now suggested something it had not suggested before—something which would bring stark panic if too openly thought of.
— Sep 16, 2026 11:54PM
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change, but gradually a horrible sort of comparison began to obtrude itself on my unconscious mind despite the steady refusal of my consciousness to admit even the least suspicion of it. It was clear that the typical expression of these faces now suggested something it had not suggested before—something which would bring stark panic if too openly thought of.
Max
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For at a closer glance I saw that the moonlit waters between the reef and the shore were far from empty. They were alive with a teeming horde of shapes swimming inward toward the town; and even at my vast distance and in my single moment of perception I could tell that the bobbing heads and flailing arms were alien and aberrant in a way scarcely to be expressed or consciously formulated.
— Sep 14, 2026 09:46PM
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