Carter, recently recovered from his supragalactic time-incarnation as Zkaub, the Wizard of Yaddith, awoke this morning in the midst of a cosmic nightmare.  The great Yog Sothoth had appeared in Carter’s inner space as a vast, almost unlimited, dark cloud that suddenly fell apart, shattering into billions of whirling, milky pieces, which pieces were all chanting their Names in an indescribable, hopelessly complex tongue of the supremely primordial Language of Space, AUEE.
       Stretching on the edge of his bed, to his horror his arms were too long and ending in claws after the manner of Zkaub. He began to panic that he was reverting.  Rushing to the full length mirror, he was relieved to see that only his arms and hands had reverted.  Proceeding to his study, he opened his Journal of the Many-of-the-One.
      This Note is about H.P. Lovecraft plus your interpretation of Yog Sothoth.

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