by Howard Phillips LovecraftGhostwritten for Zealia Bishop, The Mound — Part III (1929-1930)
“ Opening his pack, he prepared his camp on the golden tiles of the temple’s floor, with the great door still securely latched against all comers; drifting eventually into a sounder sleep than he could have known in the blue-litten spaces outside. He did not even mind the hellish, octopus-headed bulk of great Tulu, fashioned of unknown metal and leering with fishy, sea-green eyes, which squatted in the blackness above him on its monstrously hieroglyphed pedestal.Surrounded by darkness for the first time since leaving the tunnel, Zamacona slept profoundly and long. ”
