Monday, April 28, 2014
100 Words a Day 597
It was on an abyssal night and under a gibbous moon that I stumbled upon the cyclopean ruins in the wild land time has forgotten and first saw upon their twisted steles the eldritch writing that no the mind of man could not comprehend, composed of sounds that no human tongue could pronounce. The strange letters made my mind ache, sending me stumbling deeper into the alien ruins until I was hopelessly lost. I wandered the overgrown site until the setting of the moon, when the place was plunged into ebon blackness and the strange animal sounds began to echo.