One afternoon during the humid weather in Asia, a magus contemplated the horrors of HP lovecraft. Cthulu whispers “I await my coming and so I sleep and dream.” Looking forward in the dimensions of perceptions of giant men and flying dragons the barrier of the raining veil the magus sees through the lens in time.
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What can the magus see through the lens in layers of magnification and filtration of light “Is there cthulu? can I see Cthulu sleeping?” the Magus asks himself.
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The answer to this is left unknown… Oh what horrors are beyond the magnified lens, the distortions of the notion of cthulu and the writings and ramblings of HP Lovecraft.
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