Eye of Gy’jelko’0~KA

There have been many changes around The Miskatonic campus, since the Folklore and Metaphysics Department discovered the Hex Sign on the barn at Keziah Mason’s abandoned farm. It was later discovered to be The Eye of Gy’jelko’0~KA. If you should encounter the Eye, please take care. The Miskatonic University bears no liability for the after effects as may occur because of such an event.

 

 

I found the right answer to the wrong question

and it became stone.

I found the right answer to an unasked question

and it turned to bone.

I found the truth braided in regretful meat,

and the knife was honed.

 

And The City rose through the orange red dust that enveloped it like a living shroud – the ghosts of lost kisses and whispered lies walked, swaying vapours of regret and alarm, grasping for memory and meaning. Frayed hair, a twine of sobbing, shifted with the dust, blending with the dulled air, on which razor sharp grains of sand malingered and menaced – tiny forlorn roses of dismembered love. Down alleyways groaned the ghosts, as wall crevices slithered with a sublime macabre – no merchant stalls here sold more than troubled sleep and breathless dreams. As the sun bled into the evening horizon, the orange red dust consumed the city in the opening maw of the approaching night. When the sun slowly crept up in the timid dawn, nothing of The City remained, but faint gasps of a forgotten name, and the thin sharp thread of dread and despair.