H.P. Lovecraft's The Shadow Out of Time

Since my discovery of the Cthulhu Mythos, I have been drawn into the fathomless abysses where unspeakable horrors, born of Lovecraft's visions, reign. The tale I speak of today is no mere reading; it is a descent without return, a silent collapse into the chasm of cosmic indifference. Where other works merely brush against unease, this one has torn me from every comforting illusion. I stood powerless as I contemplated the total insignificance of our existence before ancient, unfathomable, immutable truths. Every page whispered that everything humanity cherishes—its ambitions, its knowledge, its fleeting glories—is but dust scattered at the faintest breath of the cosmos. What, then,can the fragile human mind accomplish when it glimpses, even for a moment, the mysteries of a universe that transcends it? Nothing, except to descend into madness. Peaslee, in his futile pursuit of understanding, became the very embodiment of this insanity. He, who dared lift the veil, found only burning truths, answers that destroy rather than enlighten. He lost everything that made him a man—his home, his happiness, his balance—for fragments of knowledge that none should ever touch. For knowledge is not always a blessing; at times, it is but poison distilled into the soul, drop by drop. What hope can one extract from such a tale? What light can one perceive? None. There is no hope, no salvation within these lines. Each word seeps like venom—slow, relentless. Anxiety swells, the mind falters, and soon, only one certainty remains: we are less than nothing. Our pathetic existences, our vain dreams are but shadows within an eternal void where the ancient gods laugh, indifferent to our cries. They were here before us. They will remain after. Inaccessible, inconceivable. I do not write to alarm. I write to bear witness. For I, too, lost myself in this infernal spiral. I did not emerge unscathed. And neither will you, should you dare to venture further. My final advice, the only warning I can offer, is but a whispered plea: turn away while you still can. For once you taste these darknesses, they consume you whole. And if you are foolish enough to persist, may the Lord protect you, for no one else can. Amen.