I carefully observed these Lovecraftian wonders worshipping the dying Sun and eldritch westerly winds that brought sustenance to their weird, haggish limbs. Together, in an eerie choir, their mysterious prayers rose up through the frigid air and vanished into the darkening horizon. Silent sentinels watching passing ships breaking the ice as night falls across their lunar landscape.


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