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Lustrous, unearthly it glows
Reflecting no light from without
Oblong, milky and white
You know the Key is thine.
Feel it draw you in
Lost memory from the Void
Thoughtless to question impulses
You stare into the stone.

Still, feeling no fear, and staring in
Time becomes abstract and meaningless
Ancient presence is here
So very old, beginning to share your consciousness
Gradual, by slow degree
The ancient one passes on secrets of aeons
And now you are as one, forgetting what was
Standing upon the brink, ready to fall.

Hurtling back up through years
Teetering up from the Void
Each back to his own time
Each leaving some piece behind.
Into its depths you gaze
Three times over three days
Your world becoming elastic
You know return is nigh.

Now, time comes at last
The ancient one refuses to heed all warnings
He will not give you up, for you are as one
And you both feel yourselves falling
Soon you both will behold
Secrets long dead, buried for years immemorial
Gods whose time is long dead
Here live once more, before ancient Hyperborea
Protecting their lore.

Living innumerable lives
Hurtling backward in time
Becoming many and all
You live each, and each you die
Monarch, soldier and slave
In castle, cottage and cave
Become all, yet remain none
You are all and you are none

Now, reach back further still
Continuing down into loathsome devolution
Becoming barbarian, troglodite tribe
Who in turn revert to simian
Now, your leathery wings beating the air
Hot with magma and choked with sulphur
Birth becoming death, death becomes birth
And you are lost to the cycle
Neither one will return again.

Falling back further in time
Sun growing in the red skies
The continents becoming one
As one becomes none again
You've lost what you once sought
For no seeker remains to recall
What once you were is gone
Both lost to cold, unfeeling Time.

Here begins it all, mass without form
And without head, limbs or members
The end of search long forgot, yet you are here
Unable to comprehend it, for you both have become
Little more than one of Its gibbering minions
Crawling your way through the mire
Unable to know, unable to unlock the secrets
Lying beneath your blind eye.

-Erik Wivinus
(Eternal thanks to Clark Ashton Smith, whose 1933 short story "Ubbo-Sathla" provided the inspiration for these words)