Uncounted days I drift beneath a scorching sun in search of passing ship or to be cast on land. Nothing appears but despair aimless among the vast unbroken blue. The change occurred as I slept, the slimy expanse of Hellish black, the mire as far as I can see, undulates as I await.
Upon the air and in the rotting soil was a sinister quality. The land was putrid with the decay of fish and less describable things.
Black slime. The complete landscape oppressed with a nauseating fear!
Three days I brood a journey in search of the vanished sea. Across the inky black beneath my feat. And the maddening odor of fish. Four days I traveled, in the shadow of night my dreams we so wild! And ere the waning gibbous moon had risen high above the plain, I was awakened, in cold perspiration, determined no more to sleep.
A slight churning marked its rise to the surface. Polyphemus, monster of nightmare. Bows his head and gave vent to dreaded sound. Before Dagon I went mad!
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