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In which it was so that it occurred then, whose hypothetical force has been described in terms too obscure to be spectral to the accursed world in which it is here related.

With it came the fiendish, unearthly force of a galactic mage who was the igniter of that mighty influence, of which some peculiarities in the simplest form and substance of the Zarathanis family temple had exerted on his spirit, thanks to long suffering he said.

He discovered that this was the effect that the appearance of the dimensions of fear, in their rawest grey form, of the towers and the lake that was part of the dark rivers, in which everything was reflected, had, with time and space. , in which it was a mystical wave, which was produced over the mood of their existence.

It was thus, however, that he admitted, even with hesitation, that much of the peculiar morbidity which afflicted him might that be traced to a more natural and palpable origin, the call to severe and continual illness from the shadow of fear, and indeed to the approach evident and imminent death of an entire dimension, in which part of his dear and beloved ally and priestess, in which she was the only company he had had for years, his last and only relative of the dimension.

- Stay informed of occurrences. - He said.

- When the death of that dimension arrives. – Be prepared. - So, he said, with a bitterness I'll never be able to forget.

So that would make him (he, the hopeless and frail one), the one who was the last of the ancient lineage of disciples and successors to come after Edelgard Usher, the priest was choosing his newest apprentices.

About that.

As he spoke, Priestess Gabrielle the Furious, (or so some of them called them) passed slowly through a remote part of the room and, not noticing my presence, disappeared.

When I looked at her with a mixture of absolute astonishment and fear, but I couldn't explain what those feelings were due to.

Even in the midst of fraternization among the priests, in which that feeling of stupor overwhelmed me with its energy and strength, I roamed its immensity, while my gaze followed its steps towards the hall.

It was when, finally, the door closed behind her, my gaze searched instinctively, and with anxiety, for her brother's face, but he had hidden that face of his between his hands, and I could only notice that an unusual pallor had taken over. account of the thin fingers, through which they flowed in which they were many passionate tears.

Second on the accounts of the disease that Priestess Gabrielle had long challenged her abilities from specialists and scientists, where she did research, where she rode the wave of power from fixed apathy, a physical devastation where it was slow and gradual , and frequent.

Even if only for brief moments, in which the series of infections, which they knew about.

So much to doubt their intentions and their character that it was doubtful that they discovered various symptoms, like beings being tested in another dimension.

In which according to reports among scientists, in which those beings who were attacked by the disease, were partially cataleptic, in which they were paralyzed at times, in which they were unusual diagnoses even were species of hard marbles.

It was then that the woman in her researches, that she had steadfastly struggled with the solution of a cure for the disease and had not given herself up to bed with her various patients, but, at the end of the night when I arrived from the temple, I was sent to help them.

When the many beings under his care, who succumbed to his struggles, as well as some of his fellows, what other priests who told me in the middle of the night, with an inexpressible agitation) to the prostrating power of the disease.

At which point I realized that was the briefest glimpse I got of his serious persona, as this was what he thought was probably the last.

That's when I realized I wouldn't see that lady again, at least as long as I lived.

For several days his name was not mentioned either by Edelgard Usher or, so, that was by me. During this period, I busied myself with the most

Since I think this was more than sincere in alleviating my friend's melancholy.

When we would paint, we would see it all together; or listened, as in a dream, to the improvisations, even extravagant ones of his eloquent guitar.

So that was how, as our intimacy grew, I managed to enter with less reservations, even with their spirits, in which allies were there, the marks of the most bitter in which I perceived the futility of all attempts to cheer a mind whose darkness, as if it were an inherent positive quality, spilled over to all.

Even though these were the affairs of the moral universe among the forces of the physical in an unceasing radiance of melancholy energy.

In which this whenever I had the pleasure of accomplishing it, in which I will carry with me the memories of the several solemn hours, even if I spent alone with the owner of the Sect of Um-Mu.

It was then that the event of the destruction of that universe happened, in which I realized, that this happened in which the moment became the end of the disgrace, of the chaos that led to the end of a civilization, however, I would not be able to convey the idea of the exact character of the studies, or the occupations, in which he involved me, or by whose paths he led me towards madness.

This was an exalted and highly unsettling idealization, which cast a shimmering glow over everything that his dirges in their innumerable improvisations will forever echo in my ears.

It happened like this, among other things, I have a painful memory of a certain singular perversion and extravagant amplification of the aria of Von Weber's last waltz, in which of the portals and paintings over which his complicated imagination leaned.

Even as they grew, brushstroke by brushstroke, all of this happened to a vagueness before which I shuddered (a tremor that was all the more disturbing because I didn't know its causes, in which of these paintings (vivid as their images are now in my powerful and blackened mind), I would endeavour in vain to reproduce more than a small portion, which would remain within the borders of mere written words.

In which all this happened because of its total simplicity, the purity of its drawings, it arrested him, and that made him pay attention and made him more entertained.

Even if any mortal ever managed to paint one of his abilities to forge the power of one of his ideas, that mortal was Roderick Morgan Edelgard Usher.

So, for me at least, given the circumstances surrounding me, they arose from pure abstractions that the hypochondriac tried to throw onto the canvas, even with a feeling of intolerable astonishment the shadow of which I had never felt, even if not even in the contemplation of fantasies. resplendent, which it certainly was, but too concrete, from Fuseli.

This is how one of my friend's ghostly conceptions, though then, even if not so rigid as to the spirit of abstraction, may be best conveyed in words, albeit with a certain superficiality.

A small picture represented the interior of a crypt or one of them going towards the tunnel quite long and rectangular, with dimensions of fear, in its rawest form low, smooth, being that they were so white and without interruptions or ornaments.