CTHULATHON: DAY 212

The very sun of heaven seemed distorted when viewed through the polarising miasma welling out from this sea-soaked perversion, and twisted menace and suspense lurked leeringly in those crazily elusive angles of carven rock where a second glance shewed concavity after the first shewed convexity.

Cthulhu | 212 of 365
Cthulhu | 212 of 365

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