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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: had, however, a constantly shifting shape and volume - throwing
out temporary developments or forming apparent organs of sight,
hearing, and speech in imitation of their masters, either spontaneously
or according to suggestion.
They seem to have become peculiarly
intractable toward the middle of the Permian Age, perhaps one
hundred and fifty million years ago, when a veritable war of resubjugation
was waged upon them by the marine Old Ones. Pictures of this war,
and of the headless, slime-coated fashion in which the Shoggoths
typically left their slain victims, held a marvelously fearsome
quality despite the intervening abyss of untold ages. The Old
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