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(The authenticity of everything in this section is uncertain. The writer was a Scholar, but a madman, and is now missing, so the information is not very reliable. The information and stories are so outrageous as to be almost occult in nature. (Please read them with consideration of the fact that there is a very high probability that all of them are not true).)
In the past...
There was a time when nature, illusion and the gods continued to exist together.
But as humanity acquired the light of civilization, they disappeared.
Like a shadow driven by the light. Like darkness.
Like the stars, they were drowned out by the gray of smoke exhaust.
But...
We lost sight of the illusions, but we are gazed by what is not an illusion.
There is neither an illusion nor a God in our reality, but the thresholds of a dream. Or...
Let us remember.
People!
People, from now on, let's revive the truth and madness that sleeps in the Abyss.
Will people remember the Old Ones?
Spirits, fairies, and gods. Those of old that were once part of people's lives.
They are not real creatures, only illusions dreamed up by people.
After the Black King flew to this planet, not many of them migrated to the dark star of Sharnoth through the Gates of Tartarus, but it was meaningless. They disappeared like shadows before the light of human civilization, which was advancing and developing. It's a pity.
The world belongs to man.
The world is filled with iron and machines.
There is no room for illusion.
Will people remember the Black King?
The Outer God.
The King of the Gods.
The Howler in Darkness. The Crawling Chaos. The Dark Universe itself. The one who seeks Gold.
It is incomparable to the Old Ones. The Foreign God, the Black King, a real one who can exist as matter and that which is all of darkness is its domain.
The galaxy that encompasses our planet, the cluster of galaxies it gathers, and the vast infinite darkness that possesses it, that is, the universe, is one of the many certain traits in the universe that is black, darkness, and one of the Outer Gods.
The Black King, who is said to have a thousand manifestations on a planetary to even galactic scale was observed by Professor Moriarty at a young age, who left behind a paper. It overlooked the existence of A.Z.T.T, but...
Ah, the Black King. The one who flew from outer space. The dull traces of the God who hides himself. The Knight of the Abyss, the Jet Black Outer God who remade the dark universe to search for the Golden Eyes that flew from outer space to this planet.
After visiting the planet, it is said that it ruled and reigned relatively benignly over those who behaved as its God King. Did you see in the fading illusion the profile of the one from outside that had once disappeared?
Even after the end of ancient times, the Black King did not perish.
Do you remember?
People, he chose to be the only king in the Dark Palace.
But...
It seems that some of those traits have changed in recent years.
What has happened? What did he see? Who did he see?
In 1908, a tall figure summoned out of his shadow a Replica of the Howler-in-Darkness, which the Black King had given a small portion of his original power to, but when was the last time he helped with anything?
People, will you remember?
Will people remember Sharnoth?
The Dark Star, the Black King's Palace.
It is located in the farthest reaches of the universe, far from this star and the planet Kadath. A dark planet that exists in the depths of the cosmos where there are no sun or stars around.
It is where the Black King once sat.
Now it is no one's palace.
A few large manifestations of the Black King may be sleeping there, but that's all, and the time of awakening is not near. That's all there is to it.
But do not forget that, people.
Will people remember the Moon King?
The Clockwork God.
Tick Tock Man.
The Crawling Chaos. The Time Man. The Dark Will. The Madness of Space-Time. The Moon King who came from a different Sky.
One of the Outer Gods who came from the World of History. A God of cruelty, gears, and chaos who chose to become all of Space-Time by devouring the Outer God Yog who controls it, becoming one of the traits of the universe.
He controls Kadath's Moon.
Thus, although they are the Black King from a concurrent parallel universe, they are completely different from the Black King here. They are something else, something completely different.
Do not forget, people. The Moon King has a cruel interest in all intelligent life forms. From spiritual animals to humans, especially those that have evolved from apes. When the gaze of the Moon King observes you, your heart will never be able to obtain happiness again.
No one can escape from the Moon King.
The universe that is recognized by the Moon King has already become useless.
Once the Moon King’s eyes gazed at anyone, they are nothing more than puppets that wander in the small garden (Sona Nyl) where dreams come to life. The planet in which the Mega Engine Clock protrudes on has already become useless. At least you people should die without knowing this. Once you know this, yes, there aren’t many options. That is the defeat of man, just like the Great Priest Clive who fell to madness. In that case, yes, I…
I...
But...
Last year, something happened.
Kadath's Moon, the giant piece of the Oblivion Golden Eye that belongs to A.Z.T.T. betrayed the Moon King just once on December 25, 1907, and as a result, the Moon King was subjected to a modest counterattack by the Stranger, the first ever independent Cracking Being.
Applause!
Applause!
People, the modest golden gun has pressured the cruel God.
People, the day of the coming of the Unholy Ones is near, and yet we have not lost hope.
Will people remember the Impure Ones?
That which is woven.
That which man has made.
The dazzling shadow of civilization, spirits of pollution is its name. The spirit of fire has become the spirit of Cherenkov's light, the spirit of water has become the spirit of sludge, the spirit of wind has become the spirit of smoke and soot.
People, do not forget that many of the destructions from the Apocrypha are due to these Unholy Ones. Do not forget, the Abhol are but a percusor.
People, fear the mercy of Elysia.
People will not want to remember Elysia.
The beauty of the palace and its gardens, the very radiance of the stars that crushes the eyes and devours the spirit.
No one can withstand the beauty of its supreme presence.
Elysia. The palace of the White Ones. The Garden. It is said to be a great star, Betelgeuse, Hyades, or the center of the galaxy, but there is no way that one can reveal its location.
In the face of Sanido's radiance, words and thoughts have no meaning.
Oh, Sanido!
The beautiful one, Sanido of the Golden Eyes!
The Lord of Elysia. The King and Queen. The Princess and Prince.
The Elder God. The Burning White Heat. The Horror. The Eminence.
Sanido's love is said to be the protector of all intelligent beings, spiritual bodies, and people.
However, there is no guarantee that this love will be beneficial to humanity. Its extreme beauty is only poison to fragile dreams. I'm sure that the one that has eliminated the B26 galaxy was that of your "love".
When will you, Sanido, who claims to be A.Z.T.T.'s Equal because of possessing pure Golden Eyes, realize that it is your pride that keeps the Black King away?
Remember, people, do not forget.
Sanido loved the Black King, but that love was different from what we humans think of as love, a kind of physical law of the universe that only invites the ridicule of Hypnos.
Will people remember Hypnos?
A pillar of Elysia.
The border between conscious and unconscious. The Butterfly of Dreams. The Mask of the Butterfly.
It is the observer of the Collective Unconscious (Alaya Vijnana). They usually do not pay any attention to humans as individuals, but they are interested in The Stranger, who unconsciously manipulated the Cracking Effect to leave the realm of existence and non-existence, and is naturally unevenly distributing herself to climb the Tower of Victory, and as it happens, he has added the Dream Crystallizer and golden honey wine to their drink.
Do not forget, people.
Hypnos is an Elysian. If he speaks of love, it is not what we think of it as.
In pure interest, Hypnos wanted to continue observing The Stranger with his own eyes, and to see their results.
You can only meet Hypnos in the bar, people.
Oh... Yes, it's time for me to head to the Bar, too.
Reality is trivial.
Rather than the smoke of engine exhaustion, I am going beyond the conscious and subconscious, the end of the illusion sadly wiped out by civilization, far beyond Kadath, the abyssal space, to the Far Reaches of Dreams where the gods of madness roam.
To the bar.
The boundary between the conscious and the unconscious. The realm that is Hypnos itself.
It is a dimly lit tavern of pillars.
Essentially, only those who know the secrets of the Collective Unconscious, Alaya Vijnana, can touch this realm with a part of their spirit. The Old Ones may at best be able to do little more than move as shadows, but to the Black King, Elysians, and the like, it was nothing. A man who has reached a certain something can also reach it at the cost of something great.
For example, he can be the Omnipotent man or like me.
In this realm, we can only gather our own subconscious mind. We can't have a firm exchange of information with telegraphic communication, for example, but yes, that's okay.
It doesn't matter.
Oh, I'm going to drift away to the bar in my dream tonight.
The Bar of Dreams. The Baal. It is said to be a combination of the Baal complex and BAR, which was once a vassal of the Black King on this planet, but no visitor believes it.
Oh, I'll head to the bar again today.
People would point at me and laugh. Laugh as I head to a lonely jazz bar tucked away in a basement of a back alley in the Engine City of Seattle City.
People, what are you talking about?
I'm going to the Tavern of the Gods.
I am in awe of the Black King, frightened of the Outer One's presence, trembling at the beauty of Sanido, drinking the alcohol of Hypnos, admiring the Omnipotent Man, and quietly lusting for his eternal servant. I steal a glance at the quiet banquet of the gods and nothing else. Seattle City? What are you talking about? How could this glittering other world not be Elysia? Seattle. What a bad joke.
Come on, let's go.
And so tonight, I'm heading to a lonely jazz bar tucked away in a back alley of the Engine City of Seattle City... There's not a speck of glitter, there can be no gold, and I descend the soot-stained staircase and walk through the green door on the fifth basement floor...
Alcohol!
Alcohol is the door to the knowledge of truth that lies in the abyss.
Oh, the good-natured black shopkeeper will only give me the first drink.
People, I'm insane...
(*Reporter's note: There is a real jazz bar in Seattle City that goes by the name of Barr. The Barr. Apocalypse. Owned and operated by a black man who emigrated from New York City in 1901, before it disappeared, the bar's signature feature is the reproduction of jazz music discs, which were once the cutting edge of music in Broadway. Unfortunately, the store is a gathering place for Engine factory workers, not for the gods of dreams and madness and the abyss.)
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