Dagon
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the change happened whilst I slept. It's details I shall never know for my slumber, though troubled and dream invested, was continuous when at last i awaked, it was to discover myself half sucked into a slimy expanse of hellish Blackmire, which extended about me and monotonous undulations as far as I could see and in which my boat lay grounded some distance away, the one might well imagine that my first sensation would be of wonder as so prodigious and unexpected a transformation of scenery. I was, in reality, more horrified than astonished, for there was in the air and in the riding soil, sinister quality which chilled me to the very core. The region was putrid, with the carcasses of decaying fish and of other, less describable things, which I saw protruding from the nasty mud of the unending plane. Perhaps I should not hope to convey, in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in absolute silence and bear an immensity. There was nothing within hearing, and nothing in sight save a vast reach of black slime. Yet the very completeness of the stillness and the homogeneous the of the landscape oppressed me with the nauseating fear the sun was blazing down from the sky, which seemed to me almost black. And it's cloudless cruelty, as though reflecting the inky marsh beneath my feet. As I crawled into the stranded boat, I realized that only one theory could explain my position. Through some unprecedented volcanic upheaval. A portion of the ocean floor must have been thrown to the surface, exposing regions which for innumerable millions of years, had laid hidden under unfathomable, watery depths. So great was the extent of the new land, which had risen beneath me, that I could not detect the faintest noise of the surging ocean. Strain my ears as I might. Nor were there any sea fowl to prey upon the dead things for several hours, I said, thanking or brooding in the boat, which lay up on its side and afforded a slight shade as the sun moved across the heavens. As the day progressed, the ground lost some of his stickiness and seemed likely to dry sufficiently for traveling purposes in a short time. That night I slept but little, and the next day I made for myself a pack containing food and water preparatory to an overland journey in search of the vanished sea and possible rescue