IT IS OCTOBER 1928. London is the capital of an empire covering a quarter of the globe. People busy themselves with concerns of politics and government, finance and production, work and recreation. How fragile things are. What ignorance there is - but there are those who engage in different pursuits — who would see an inhuman power come to Earth... Over this winter its taint emerges: the sensitive and the weak feel it first. Few know the source.
Artists’ work is strangely influenced, mining this new vein of creativity. Exhibitions feature images of gatherings gripped by repressed panic; a lake cloaked in mist; a presence just off-canvas. New novels and plays offer scenes of upheaval and confusion that never reach a climax. Seances and mediumistic exhibitions bring untoward results and end in disarray. Others feel new lines of communication opening; some claim God is talking to them.
All feel the lure of the stars. Hastur's Gaze Gains Brief Focus Upon the Earth.
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