Gerris Protevs
Takaya Park 17302
Rolandia DC
Dear Antoine, I hope this and my next two or three you demonstrate that chronic dreamer is experiencing no mystery without revealing and no border this evening, more distant and strange to their nature. It is what
happened the day of ...
landing in R'lyeh
Despair Lighthouse was now before us. a massive circular stone structure stood 50 or 60 feet above the rock at one end of the bay and was the last vestige of architecture based on the geometry of Euclid. beyond that imposing lighthouse stood the doomed city of R'lyeh. until then I had seen anything like it on earth, no city and could hardly seemed to associate some images of ruined cities submerged in Japan and in the Mediterranean with strangers buildings that were blurred with mist. The nights were now much longer and limited daylight hours, an ocean of time desolate, gray and covered with dense evergreen mists, inhabited by fantastic creatures, was that we had gone through for eons in the boat of Charon, ineffable wonders worlds bizarre and indescribable landscapes were just a memory. The idea of \u200b\u200bdistance and velocity had no significance, "because I felt I knew, had never before been so far from home. I tried to write down everything in my travel blog and what could not (or should not) be written has been etched in my memory with fire.
docked at the port at midnight and was in my cabin which was the last meeting between the three dreamers and Barquero. Howard and Randolph would undertake what no dreamer had tried before (assuming that his dreams have brought to these ends) would cross the frozen plateau of Leng up to the columns of Baal, a region ravaged by blizzards and sandstorms to keep in search of the entrance to what Christian demonology called Pandemonium and other mystical orbs known as the abode of the great Yog - Sothoth. for this, should source from R'lyeh and would have rely on the help of some well-experienced guides that orient to a certain step known as Bloop Pass, beyond which even the inhabitants of this cursed city dared to advance. preparations would be made several days and avoid the trouble of detailing the horrors that find in this city, I proposed to spend that time in the Boat of Charon, while it is shipping its cargo of souls and restocking ogres and henchmen for the trip back to the banks of the Styx.
what could I do Antoine wanted? I was witness to their dream adventures and I was even living my own adventure. something I had never imagined in my short life on earth happened to me after death (at least I think, because if something I learned from this terrible and wonderful journey is that the line between life and death and the death of the dream is very thin). my wandering mind encountered not know what trick of fate with this pair of dreamers and a guide to scare me away I was pleasantly surprised. "I would descend to land and explore this city far from the safety of this ship? What kind of horrors and wonders awaited me in these winding streets between those buildings and unlikely insolent I could barely distinguish between the mist? Were we the only three human beings who had come to this? Where do souls carrying the cargo leaving the port faraway Charon? What did it mean decadent and terrible music that came in waves to my cabin? Would you be celebrating some orgiastic ritual of sacrifice like I had the opportunity to witness in the Archipelago of Silence? Where they went and what did Howard and Randolph now? Why not leave to join them in their preparations? I was sure I hid something else. I could not believe that is solely dedicated to recruiting everything relevant to the future expedition to Leng and no more. the pair were plotting something and I was willing to find out.
the days were long and tedious, Charon's minions stood guard on the deck and did not allow anyone to enter or leave the boat. I worked to write, to recap and read some of Lovecraft's tales, he carried in a pocket edition and now comparison with some ancient scrolls in detailing the location of one step toward the columns of Baal. and it was then I remembered where I had heard that name before. Bloop
was the name given U.S. scientists a low ultra sound high frequency and power that had been detected in the depths of the Pacific Ocean, close to Tahiti (the island wise) way back in 1997 and it was not known for certain who or who produced it. the mystery grew more so because the sound was detected by the network of underwater microphones far between up to 5000 km which was never again detected.
some more rationally speaking of a species of giant squid from the depths, others of an unknown species of whale, but none made it clear how the device would consist of course issuer or animal ratio considerations of the same size and weight to could produce so much power that mysterious sound. some other more risky shuffled the possibility that he had been the same Cuthulhu who had led since the coordinates coincide almost perfectly with the location that gave Lovecraft and Lord Dunsany R'lyeh also recorded in his memoirs.
that was the first mystery to be solved, I needed to know for sure why the name of that passage, and who or what was what they called Bloop one hand. secondly, to explore the city needed to get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat was to be in a building like that and know a little better for its inhabitants. So willing to resolve these two puzzles decided I had to sneak to the office the next shipment of souls in the early hours of the morning and hide in the port at some point where it can monitor the movements of Carter and Lovecraft, and so follow at a distance prudent. I was hoping they would give me both answers.
of what I found wandering around the city and what I discovered about the mystery of the Bloop is something that I'll tell you at the next review. You only advance this trip I thought about to finish seems to extend for a further indefinite period. I will make you get a little complicated my writing, but I manage to keep you informed.
I wonder how you go with your hard work to organize all those gifts you've been receiving in my home and if you sense and what you do with them and what secret purpose have come to your hands. Chau
Antoine, a friend and brother, I hope very soon to give you my news.
stay alert until the next
Leo Le Gris
