Eric Rücker Eddison,
The Worm Ouroboros — XXVIII. Zora Rach Nam Psarrion
(1922)
“ The cold of it struck through Juss's body and smote him at the heart. He said in himself, "He is dead."With that, the horror shut down upon Juss's soul like madness. Fearfully he stared about him. The cloud had lifted from the mountain's peak and hung like a pall above its nakedness. Chill air that was like the breath of the whole world's grave: vast blank cloud-barriers: dim far forms of snow and ice, silent, solitary, pale, like mountains of the dead: it was as if the bottom of the world were opened and truth laid bare: the ultimate Nothing. ”
