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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: memory of a greater sunset city ever goading one onward toward
unknown perils. Then twilight fell, and the pink walls of the
plastered gables turned violet and mystic, and little yellow lights
floated up one by one from old lattice windows. And sweet bells
pealed in. the temple tower above, and the first star winked softly
above the meadows across the Skai. With the night came song, and
Carter nodded as the lutanists praised ancient days from beyond
the filigreed balconies and tesselated courts of simple Ulthar.
And there might have been sweetness even in the voices of Ulthar's
many cats, but that they were mostly heavy and silent from strange
feasting. Some of them stole off to those cryptical realms which
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