THE COLOUR OUT OF SPACE gloatingly repellant to all it comes into contact with through the maunderings of the planetary surface. Where are the fruits of victory over time and space which are wished on every sentient being? But was the COLOUR a sentient being or merely an abstract painting of horror for which the mundane beings clutched its terror and were inwardly consumed for want of nothing better to do with themselves in the space-time continuum. The decay of the unknown becomes known through its persistence in being unknown in terms of familiarity. But where are the known colours that are antipathetic toward the COLOUR and its effects upon the strata of humanity and his environs. Slink at the bottom of the well and diminish to nothingness, effecting everything of substance not its substance. To resist becoming known to the sake of exclusion, to disappear within the starless heavens of antiquity, these were the foundations of that alien race to conquer time and space as a passing whim.

THE NAMELESS CITY sleeps beneath the burning sands of the whistling winds. Born of long ago when the earth was still an infant, its inhabitants crept along its corridors designing murals of the race's history, or was it the history of the CITY? At the dawn of man they exalted their glories by sacrificing a man to their unknown gods. And then the earth groaned and creaked in its orbit, tripped over its axis, and decided it was high time for another ice age to cover the globe from as close to being pole to pole as was universally possible. The cold seeped into the CITY and effected the innards of the inhabitants, forcing them to construct tunnels and labyrinths beneath the CITY, ever burrowing downwards to discover the cavern of eternal light for which the terminology of cold was nonexistent. Existing in a nebulous existence, they, the inhabitants, haunt their former abode, flying upon the winds with nothing to interfere with their passage to thesurface of sand now covering the magnificent CITY of ____________________.

THE DUNWICH HORROR crept across the countryside looking for that which comes through the portals of space and time. No thought was given to the act of terrorized canine-ity reeking havoc upon its half-brother who shouldn't have been in this continuum, since he was part Outside. The upright, two-legged beings had fed it well and it grew in size that couldn't be seen. Soon it would be time to call the father of the HORROR, to bring the HORROR back through the portals to home. Where was home? Out among the stars, more than likely in the spaces between the stars slipping toward the abyss at the edge of infinity. Yog-Sothoth knows the terrain for he is the terrain. Yog-Sothoth knows the gateway for he is the gateway. None may enter unless Yog-Sothoth approves. The HORROR wants to enter so that it can be one with Yog-Sothoth for the infinite glories of the Great Old Ones. And Yog-Sothoth is the Father.

THE HAUNTER OF THE DARK came leaping from the iron steeple of madness, afloat in a sea of tranquillity. Rummaging through the nightscape it stalked with relentless, pointless endurance of soul without soul. The night-black church succumbed to the darkness of the day, overlapping the hordes of invaders trampling the earth. That moment of seeming sanity when the fires were aglow in the nighted mists carried a seeming senseful, purposeful willingness, bidding it to come hither across the hilltop. The hilltop with its lightless houses, fleeing from the light, the HAUNTER struck out on a new road hoping to burst the bonds that kept Blake individual from himself, from others, from the HAUNTER. Blake sat in his stone-clad garret room, ruminating in his journal the febrile stirrings of madness for THE HAUNTER OF THE DARK did not exist but in his subconscious and the subconscious of Roderick Usher who knew the truth behind the lie of Nyarlathotep. The Shining Trapezohedron was the key, the gate, the way -- the part of Yog-Sothoth utilized by the travellers of the space-time ways. The Ushers knew in the dissolvement of sanity; Blake knew in the dissolvement of light. The HAUNTER knew all four with the knowingness of the bright one from afar, that hateful fissioning chaos born on the black planet swimming in the firmament of nothingness. The madness of Blake was the HAUNTER's; the madness of the HAUNTER was the sanity of outside unto dissolvement of self and darkness of light.

© 1997 E.P. Berglund

First Appearance: From the Dark Spaces, [February 1977] #6
First Online Appearance: The Readers Guide to the Cthulhu Mythos

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