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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: and filling the prodigious burrow as a piston fills a cylinder.
But we were not on a station platform. We were on the track
ahead as the nightmare, plastic column of fetid black iridescence
oozed tightly onward through its fifteen-foot sinus, gathering
unholy speed and driving before it a spiral, rethickening cloud
of the pallid abyss vapor. It was a terrible, indescribable thing
vaster than any subway train - a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic
bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary
eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all
over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing
the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor
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