I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night.

In relating the circumstances which have led to my confinement within this refuge for the demented, I am aware that my present position will create a natural doubt of the authenticity of my narrative.

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.

That which we call substance and reality is shadow and illusion, and that which we call shadow and illusion is substance and reality.

Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.

Maybe, just maybe, I should not have used the word "eldritch" so many times now that I think about it.