s.latitude 47d 9', w.longitude 126d 43'47

'' a coast line of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror--the nightmare corpse-city of r'lyeh, that was built in measureless aeons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the dark stars. ...

'' i suppose that only a single mountain-top, the hideous monolith-crowned citadel whereon great cthulhu was buried actually emerged from the waters. when i think of the extent of all that may be brooding down there i almost wish to kill myself forthwith. ''

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.