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A Glimpse Beyond Pandemonium Gates

What gifts are bestowed upon the jewels of the abyss, floating in bleak beauty upon flaming seas, roaring oceans of wind and trembling skies of silent lightning. Restless and wanton seeking a release in angles beyond and spaces between; trembling with fear and excitement at the possibilities, endless permutations within a highly charged atmosphere;

Imbibing draughts of poison wytches brew, steeped in crucibles of frothing ooze, bubbling malevolently into forbidden aethyrs, where bat winged creatures rule the heavens and pale moons glow in hues indescribable and obscene.

In fevered revelry lurid desires unfurl in webs of tentacles, gnashing like teeth hungered and insatiable for the pleasures of the abyss, slithering amidst the slimy tunnels leading to subterranean vistas of unimagined horrors, yet beautiful beyond comprehension to those born of Cthulhu's breath, embraced within his folded wings, and let loose with the expansions of his immense essence, a tentacled tantra, lascivious and wanton, profane and debauched.

Watch the rivers of blood stream into the mouths of parched lips, dry for aeons but now wet with sanguine elixir, to temporarily satisfy insatiable appetites of abominations streaking through interstellar gateways into the consciousness of profane minds.

Shrieking with terror, howling in madness, from the deserts of Set, return those who were ancient when time yawned into its lazy existence. So to are the shattered mirrors that once shone reflections, now provide glimpse into black voided netherworlds, where reign demon kings and creatures of hell's creation. Obsidian skies sparkle above while winding paths of bare trees provide access in a furnace of intense heat, melting stars into falling flames of silver rain.

Description
A Glimpse Beyond Pandemonium Gates

What gifts are bestowed upon the jewels of the abyss, floating in bleak beauty upon flaming seas, roaring oceans of wind and trembling skies of silent lightning. Restless and wanton seeking a release in angles beyond and spaces between; trembling with fear and excitement at the possibilities, endless permutations within a highly charged atmosphere;

Imbibing draughts of poison wytches brew, steeped in crucibles of frothing ooze, bubbling malevolently into forbidden aethyrs, where bat winged creatures rule the heavens and pale moons glow in hues indescribable and obscene.

In fevered revelry lurid desires unfurl in webs of tentacles, gnashing like teeth hungered and insatiable for the pleasures of the abyss, slithering amidst the slimy tunnels leading to subterranean vistas of unimagined horrors, yet beautiful beyond comprehension to those born of Cthulhu's breath, embraced within his folded wings, and let loose with the expansions of his immense essence, a tentacled tantra, lascivious and wanton, profane and debauched.

Watch the rivers of blood stream into the mouths of parched lips, dry for aeons but now wet with sanguine elixir, to temporarily satisfy insatiable appetites of abominations streaking through interstellar gateways into the consciousness of profane minds.

Shrieking with terror, howling in madness, from the deserts of Set, return those who were ancient when time yawned into its lazy existence. So to are the shattered mirrors that once shone reflections, now provide glimpse into black voided netherworlds, where reign demon kings and creatures of hell's creation. Obsidian skies sparkle above while winding paths of bare trees provide access in a furnace of intense heat, melting stars into falling flames of silver rain.