Lovecraft's Grave


Unbearable heat in the cemetery. We dreamed of resting under cool pines, with a swift-flowing river. The horses will not last much longer.


Rejoice! I have found a pair of horses, abandoned by some previous traveler who thought them spent! With a little rest and water, they should speed me on my path.

— Astaroth L.

P.S. — This land hangs strangely ... islands like lilies supported in space.