Karnak

Nor is it to be thought...that this world is either the oldest or the last of universes, or that the common bulk of life and substance is all that exists. The Abyss was, the Abyss is, and the Abyss shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, our Order walks serene and primal, unnoticed and to you unseen. We know the gate. Karnak is the gate. Our Order is the key and the guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Karnak. Soon we shall know where the One Below broke through of old, and where we shall break through with Him again. He knows where we had trod earth's fields, and where we still tread them, and why no one can behold us as we tread. We walk invisible and silent in lonely places where the Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at right Seasons. The wind gibbers with our voices, and the earth mutters with His consciousness. Our words may bend the forest and crush the city, yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites. Obsidiana in the cold waste hath known us, but what man knows Obsidiana? The ice desert of yore and the sunken isles of ocean hold stones whereon our seals are engraved, but who hath seen the deep sunken city or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles? AE KARNAK AE PADHOME! As a shadow shall ye know us! Our hand is at your throats, yet ye see us not. Our hidden temples are even at the doors of your guarded threshold. Karnak is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet…