Oh, it's not the window itself I'd be afraid of - it's the wise and terrible Serpent-Men who inhabit the sunless depths of Lemuria, as told in the arcane Book of Dyzan.
Noo! Not the Serpent Men! Somebody call David Icke!
And possibly Clark Ashton Smith's lawyers!
Hmmm, you've gotta wonder what happened to old Madame B.'s three-eyed, egg-laying, hermaphrodite ape-men, though, and how they tie into that whole thing.
I really like this. It's a simple idea, really, but the best ones often are- just... disconcerting, like. The way the fractal flame plays off the shapes of the architecture, and the eerie gradients and everything.
Makes me think of Carcosa and Fiddler's Green and abisinthe and Fairy Chess and Enid Blyton and St. Martin's Land.
shortly before writhing on the ground in pain as shards of glass and Lemuria are logged all across my face and body.
And possibly Clark Ashton Smith's lawyers!
Hmmm, you've gotta wonder what happened to old Madame B.'s three-eyed, egg-laying, hermaphrodite ape-men, though, and how they tie into that whole thing.
My theory? The Swiss are behind it all.
Makes me think of Carcosa and Fiddler's Green and abisinthe and Fairy Chess and Enid Blyton and St. Martin's Land.