"Before he realized it, he was looking at the stone again, and letting its
curious influence call up a nebulous pageantry in his mind. He saw
processions of robed, hooded figures whose outlines were not human, and
looked on endless leagues of desert lined with carved, sky-reaching
monoliths. He saw towers and walls in nighted depths under the sea, and
vortices of space where wisps of black mist floated before thin shimmerings
of cold purple haze. And beyond all else he glimpsed an infinite gulf of
darkness, where solid and semisolid forms were known only by their windy
stirrings, and cloudy patterns of force seemed to
superimpose order on chaos and hold forth a key to all the paradoxes and
arcana of the worlds we know."
—H. P. Lovecraft, "The Haunter of the Dark"
"When you look long into an abyss...the abyss also looks into you."
