The Post Mortum Entity of Eternity

A blog of the unseen, the unsaid, and the unknowable

The Post Mortum in the Abyss Sky

It began with a flicker—a pale green shimmer above the northern treeline, pulsing in time with no rhythm known to man. The stars themselves recoiled, twitching in silent agony as if straining to avert their gaze from something slithering between dimensions. I heard the chant not with ears but with marrow. A call from deep beneath forgotten sands, where no wind dares crawl. *Iä! Iä!* they murmured, those without form, those who were old when the Earth was still molten thought.

The Codex of the Cult

Bound in skin not wrought from beast nor man, the tome was discovered in a cave behind the mirror-lake—a cave which appears only under a crescent moon, and only to those whose dreams have tasted the ink of Nyarlathotep. Its pages hum when unopened, a low-frequency groan felt in the gums and spine. The words shift. They are never where I left them. When I read aloud, the air thickens; insects die mid-flight, and shadows stretch in impossible geometry.