The forbidden city of T'lorg, hidden away in the mountains, called to me with its monstrous ruins and eldritch secrets. I could feel the pull of the ancient architecture, drawing me closer to the city, and the horror that lay dormant within. I knew that to enter the city would mean certain insanity, but I could not resist the call of the unknown.
As I climbed higher into the mountains, I could feel the weight of the eons bearing down on me, and the cold, unyielding darkness closing in. The ruins loomed closer, and I could make out the grotesque, non-Euclidean shapes of the buildings, etched with strange and unsettling symbols. And then, from the shadows, it emerged. The horror that lay dormant, Shub-Niggurath, The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young. The ruler of the city and the bringer of eternal night.
I knew then that my fate was sealed, for who can gaze upon such horror and live? I could feel my mind unraveling, as the monstrous entity revealed its monstrous nature, and the true nature of the universe. And yet, even as I teetered on the brink of insanity, I could not help but feel a twisted sense of awe at the monstrous revelation before me.
I never returned from T'lorg, but my mind, eternally trapped within the hidden city, will forever be haunted by the unspeakable horrors that lie within.
