Man must be placed on guard against a specific, lurking peril which, though it will never engulf the whole race, may impose monstrous and unguessable horrors upon certain venturesome members of it. It is for this latter reason that I urge, with all the force of my being, final abandonment of all the attempts at unearthing those fragments of unknown, primordial masonry which my expedition set out to investigate. H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Out of Time
Dont talk to strangers. Dont swim alone. Dont take the dicey shortcut. Dont turn the stone. Dont tell a secret. Dont fall behind.
Dont let the Great Race of Yith supplant your mind.
Dont wrack your memory. Dont blaze the trail. Dont pine for primeval jungles. Dont pierce the veil. Dont look for answers years down the road. Dont copy down the glyphs that your visions showed.
Are these dreams a clutch of stifled memories? Was there something in my mind?
Dont clean the mirror. Dont be surprised when your reflection seems like a pack of lies. Dont ask the inmates what its about. Dont cry in the library when you find out.
Are these dreams a clutch of stifled memories? Was there something in my mind? There are things they say man was not meant to know.
Is this shadow out of time?