Astanael

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  • Masks of NyarlathotepEscape from the temple of the Black Pharaoh Underneath Cairo, Egypt. March 1925 the 21th? 22th? This headstone is considerably harder to decipher. There is some marked hieroglyphs but they don’t connect like before. Not he same method. This is a different kind of cipher. Wait… Last time, the meaning of the text…

  • Mmm… Apples! Eating the ones on the ground was not enoughHanging just right here, there’s the good stuffNomnomnom like there is no tomorrowEat first and ask later, you’ll never know. *** Manger les pommes éparpillées n’était pas assez,Croquons maintenant celles qui nous pendent sous le nezNiamniamniam comme s’il n’y avait de lendemainsMange d’abord puis pense…

  • Mmm… Apples! Eating the ones on the ground was not enoughHanging just right here, there’s the good stuffNomnomnom like there is no tomorrowEat first and ask later, you’ll never know. *** Manger les pommes éparpillées n’était pas assez,Croquons maintenant celles qui nous pendent sous le nezNiamniamniam comme s’il n’y avait de lendemainsMange d’abord puis pense…

  • Invocation II We heard the chants on meadow hills. They were here, by the raised stones, chanting, screaming in the night, this night of walpurgis.We heard the screams in the night. They were here too, and the cultists screamed more. *** Nous avons entendu leurs chants sur Meadow Hills. Ils étaient là, aux pierres levées,…

  • River in the woods Come here by the river, away from the sun my lovedip your sore feet in the fresh water hear a gentle wind shake the leaves aboveAnd let us rest here a while together *** Viens te réfugier à l’ombre des arbresTrempe tes petits petons dans l’eau fraîcheÉcoute le vent chahuter les…

  • Crosswind Peak High above the clouds, far away into the high mountains of Skirspaal hangs the most sacred place of the Wind Chapel, protected by an everlasting storm like no navigator has ever seen. According to the Gospel of the Breeze, the Crosswind Peak is the place where all winds originate and return. No one…

  • Scotman without a horse “O Flower of ScotlandWhen will we seeYer like againThat fought and died forYer wee bit Hill and GlenAnd stood against himProud Edward’s ArmyAnd sent him homeward Tae think again” – Flower of Scotland, Roy Williamson Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6 

  • Nessie I firmly believe that faith can create something. Not something as childish and simple as a mystical creature, an elusive cryptid, a supreme being or a hero, no. Faith create stories, complex spiritual constructs that act on our consciousness or better our unconsciousness. The old Egyptians believed that names haves power, the power to…

  • Loch Ness Deep dark waters what are you hiding?Underneath the waves what is it lurking?I asked Urquhart’s ghost, he did not knewHe laughed at my face and away he flew. *** Que cachez vous, sombres flots vivaces ?Quels secrets rôdent sous votre surface ?J’ai demandé à Urquhart, il n’a jamais suIl m’a rit au nez…

  • Nyogtha again ‘Leigh strode to the center of the room, staring at the chair that stood on the black circle of stone. “You work here?” he asked slowly.“Yes. It’s quiet—I found I couldn’t work upstairs. Too noisy. But this is ideal—somehow I find it very easy to write here. My mind feels"—he hesitated—"free; that is,…