body of mythos

'' trembling in waves that golden whisps of nebula made weirdly visable, there rose a timid hint of far-off melody, droning in faint chords that our own universe of stars knows not. to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrouse, mindless other gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos nyarlathotep. ''

h.p.lovecraft, the dream quest of unknown kadath.