Poetry and vignettes based on Mr. Hodgson's science fiction.
Reaching out with subtle sense, past the horde ...
Would the Valley grow habitable, in time, to man? Or was this the end?
The age-old halls once filled with light ...
"The Night is lit, here, not by Sun, glorious golden god blazing brilliance, but by this green luminous mist..."
"Why do you stand out, bright one, against Doom?"
Red. White. Black. This is what I dreampt...You may wish to read Eater before you read this vignette, since it reflects on that story's ending.
"Water flows, carrying whisperson slender aqueducts between temples..."
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