A woman with white hair and black dress standing in front of a giant demon

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Ah
,
the ancient lord from the vast and eternal
,
listen to my whispers in the night of nothingness
...
I had set foot in the Mad Mountains of the Far West
,
where the savage and cruel Hugus did not bring me to my knees in the dark wasteland built by the ancients covered in ice and snow
.
I dived into Lalaye in the depths
,
where I witnessed the mighty Cthulhu in the non-geometric palace of blasphemous infested by the dark unknown
.
I have traveled through endless time and space to visit the great race
,
and the vast universe is collected in huge bookshelves like city towers
,
and I read until the end of my life
.
I moved to the infamous Indimouth
,
where the indescribable sound of friction came from the depths of the "dead city" and
,
amid the growing stench
,
I witnessed the dark between deep-sea divers and local residents
.
But none of this allowed me to learn the blasphemy technique of the horrible whispers that were growing in my mind day by day
.
It whispered
,
it was instigating
,
sometimes it was seductive
,
sometimes it was piercing
,
as if it were a tangible entity
,
pulling my body to act outside my will
,
and like an invisible spirit
,
immersing me in ineffable joy
...
Suddenly
,
I saw its origin
,
it was the fruit of the forbidden shining evil in the Garden of Eden
,
it was the piercing arrow that tore flesh and crushed bones
,
it was the foolish chaos that made all things in this world lose all reason
,
and asked all known laws
,
it was something that dwarfed even Azathos
,
the god of chaos and ignorance dancing clumsily in the abyss with whispering and unknowable flutes
,
no
,
it
,
him
,
or he could not be described and described at all
,
if it had an essence
...
When my hot and melting brain realized this fact
,
I was deeply in its grasp
,
intermittent severe pain from the whole body
,
either physical or mental
,
interrupting my mental concentration again and again
,
in vague memories
,
in fragments of fragmented memories
,
I murmured
,
resisted but joyed
,
from a bitter wail to a heartfelt lau
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