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The Cthulhu Mushroom

It must have been the rain.

A rain that for days soaked deep into the ground, reaching far down to unimaginable depths, where it must have awakened something Old and Ancient. Something so horrible that I shudder, even now, to recall those fateful moments when, on that day, I journeyed too close whence it emerged. My footfalls fell too close, and I stumbled into a radius of unspeakable nightmares that will forever haunt my sleep.

It was only by Luck that I grasped within my hand the device with which to capture a representation of its Earthly presence---its shadow in this spectrum, if you will---if only to prove to the world that my sanity, upon recounting this tale, should not be held in doubt.

And so, with this post, you can behold this vision for yourself, and know the truth in my words when you regard this terror of terrors...The Cthulhu Mushroom!



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