HMelville
hmelville.bsky.social
HMelville
@hmelville.bsky.social
Lovecraftian Dark Jazz Noir
The Old Ones stir. I merely post.
Dreamer of drowned stars. Whisperer to nameless things. The abyss follows back.
The commute felt different—the subway tunnels seemed to stretch, the wet walls echoing with a chanting that wasn't there on Friday. We think we’re going to work, but we’re just being processed by a machine of meat and basalt. 🐙🏢

#Cthulhu #CosmicHorror #Monday
February 16, 2026 at 11:19 AM
Some trees grow tall. Others grow… cautious.
February 14, 2026 at 11:15 AM
The Moon did not refuse us. It simply watched.
February 14, 2026 at 11:12 AM
The rhythmic thrumming in the earth isn't love; it’s the pulse of a Great Old One dreaming of our extinction. Some bonds are eternal. Some appetites are infinite. 🐙🌑

#Cthulhu #ValentineHorror
February 14, 2026 at 11:08 AM
Feb 13: The cracks in the sidewalk are forming a geometric pattern that hurts to look at. We think "13" is bad luck, but it’s actually a coordinate. The stars are finally in position. The weekend isn't coming. R'lyeh is. 🐙🌊

#Cthulhu #FridayThe13th #CosmicHorror
February 13, 2026 at 3:05 PM
The city’s grid is starting to pulse with a green, loathsome light. We think we’re commuting to work, but we’re just blood cells moving through a titan’s veins.

#Cthulhu #CosmicHorror #Thursday
February 12, 2026 at 10:33 AM
The white noise isn't static; it’s the sound of the stars grinding into a loathsome, final alignment. The weekend is a horizon we will never reach. 🌌💀

#Lovecraftian #WinterHorror #Feb11
February 11, 2026 at 9:49 PM
The signal isn't bouncing off satellites anymore; it's being swallowed by a mass of wet, iridescent geometry that shouldn't exist. The "middle" of the week is a trap. 👁️🌊

#TheDeep #Eldritch #Mythos
February 11, 2026 at 2:53 PM
The commute felt different—the subway tunnels seemed to stretch, the wet walls echoing with a chanting that wasn't there on Friday. We think we’re going to work, but we’re just being processed by a machine of meat and basalt. 🐙🏢

#Cthulhu #CosmicHorror #Monday
February 9, 2026 at 7:33 AM
People are walking to service with a rhythmic, swaying gait. The air in the valley is thick with the scent of brine and old masonry. We aren't praying to the sky anymore. We’re bowing to the tide. 🐙🌑

#Cthulhu #CosmicHorror #Sunday
February 8, 2026 at 10:17 AM
I looked at the garden; the shadows are pointing toward the North Pole, even though it’s noon. Something vast is pulling at the fabric of our "day off." 🌑💀

#Cthulhu #CosmicHorror #Saturday
February 7, 2026 at 10:07 AM