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Lovecraftian Dark Jazz Noir
The Old Ones stir. I merely post.
Dreamer of drowned stars. Whisperer to nameless things. The abyss follows back.
It started with the dreams. Not nightmares, precisely, but visions. Ancient, cyclopean cities under alien stars. Geometries that made my teeth ache. I'd wake with a metallic taste in my mouth, the echo of impossible chants in my ears. Just a rough patch, I told myself. Stress.
January 19, 2026 at 12:53 PM
Log Entry: Jan 19.

The ice is thinning, but the shadows beneath it are growing thicker. I’ve seen the geometry of the ruins—angles that hurt to look at, shapes that defy the very laws of physics.

They say the cold kills, but it’s the silence that devours. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh... ❄️📜
January 19, 2026 at 12:25 PM
I’ve stopped looking at the horizon. The geometry is leaking. The sea is no longer water, but a vast, rhythmic pulse that matches the throbbing in my own temples.

We weren't meant to see this far. The salt is in my lungs. He is awake. 👁️🌑
January 18, 2026 at 9:12 AM
Whispers Beneath the Non Euclidean Sky | Dark Jazz Noir
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January 17, 2026 at 9:57 PM
We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. Some doors, once opened, cannot be closed. Some gods, once glimpsed, cannot be forgotten. The abyss is looking back. 🌑
January 17, 2026 at 12:06 PM
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. 🐙

The seal is brittle. The deep currents shift. What rises cannot be killed, and what sleeps must eventually wake. The age of man is a flickering candle in a hurricane of infinite darkness. We are ready. Are you? 👁️
January 17, 2026 at 10:17 AM
You call it "the abyss." We call it home. The Dreamer stirs, and the countdown has already begun. ⏳🌑 #Cthulhu #Eldritch
January 16, 2026 at 10:05 PM
My research into the Pnakotic Manuscripts has led to a door I cannot close. We are but dust motes dancing in the gaze of a lidless, cosmic eye. Ignorance was our only shield, and it has finally shattered. 📜👁️ #CosmicHorror #Arkham
January 16, 2026 at 10:04 PM
The geometry of the horizon felt... wrong this evening. The angles of the shadows are lengthening into shapes no human mind was meant to map. Something is waking beneath the brine, and the salt in the air tastes like a funeral for the world. 🌊🐙 #CthulhuMythos #TheStarsAreRight
January 16, 2026 at 7:07 PM
You think you’re alone in the deep? Something ancient is dreaming beneath the waves, and it just hit snooze for the last time. 🌊👁️ #Cthulhu #EldritchHorror
January 16, 2026 at 12:05 PM
Found a fragment of the Pnakotic Manuscripts in the attic. The ink is still wet, yet it reeks of centuries-old brine. My dreams are now filled with the rhythmic chanting of a thousand voices under the sea. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. 📜🕯️ #CosmicHorror #Arkham
January 16, 2026 at 12:00 PM
The geometry of this city feels… wrong today. Angles that should not exist are whispering secrets of the sunken R'lyeh. I fear the seal is breaking. What we call "reality" is merely a thin veil over the pulsating, cyclopean truth. 🐙🌑 #CthulhuMythos #Lovecraftian #TheStarsAreRight
January 16, 2026 at 11:57 AM