colossal towers far in the horizon
a reflection from the dark past
a shadow from the Time
before time a memory of a divine dominion
distant piping of a cosmic flute
a hymn so high, a sound so strange
almost able to be heard voices from the Outside
"Higher and higher rose the light and the blackness beneath it, till all the northern sky was obscured by the rugged conical mass. . . . towering monstrous over all peaks and concernments of earth, and tasting the atomless aether where the cryptical moon and the mad planets reel. No mountain known of man was that which loomed before them. The high clouds far below were but a fringe for its foothills. The groping dizziness of topmost air was but a girdle for its loins. Scornful and spectral climbed that bridge
betwixt earth and heaven, black in eternal night, and crowned with a pshent of unknown
stars whose awful and significant outline grew every moment clearer. . . . Higher and higher
rose the light, till it mingled with the loftiest orbs of the zenith and winked down
at the flyers with lurid mockery. All the north beneath it was blackness now;
dread, stony blackness from infinite depths to infinite heights, with only that
pale winking beacon perched unreachably at the top of all vision. . . . There
were towers on that titan mountaintop; horrible domed towers in noxious and
betwixt earth and heaven, black in eternal night, and crowned with a pshent of unknown
stars whose awful and significant outline grew every moment clearer. . . . Higher and higher
rose the light, till it mingled with the loftiest orbs of the zenith and winked down
at the flyers with lurid mockery. All the north beneath it was blackness now;
dread, stony blackness from infinite depths to infinite heights, with only that
pale winking beacon perched unreachably at the top of all vision. . . . There
were towers on that titan mountaintop; horrible domed towers in noxious and
incalculable tiers and clusters beyond any dreamable workmanship of
man; battlements and terraces of wonder and menace, all
limned tiny and black and distant against the starry
pshent that glowed malevolently at the uppermost
rim of sight. Capping that most measureless
of mountains was a castle beyond all
mortal thought, and in it glowed the
daemon-light. Then Randolph
Carter knew that his quest
was done, and that he saw
above him the goal of all
forbidden steps and
audacious visions;
the fabulous, the
incredible home
of the Great
Ones atop
unknown
Kadath"
(H. P. Lovecraft, Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath)
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