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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: across, with nothing carved upon the dark-hued stonework. The
floor was here free from anything save dust and sand, and I could
see the apertures leading upward and downward. There were no stairs
or inclines - indeed, my dreams had pictured those elder towers
as wholly untouched by the fabulous Great Race. Those who had
built them had not needed stairs or inclines.
In the dreams,
the downward aperture had been tightly sealed and nervously guarded.
Now it lay open-black and yawning, and giving forth a current
of cool, damp air. Of what limitless caverns of eternal night
might brood below, I would not permit myself to think.
Shadow out of Time |
