Credits to Robert E. Howard "We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go." - Omar Khayyam The horror first took concrete form amid that most unconcrete of all things—a hashish dream. I was off on a timeless, spaceless journey through the strange lands that belong to this state of being, a million miles away from earth and all things earthly; yet I became cognizant that something was reaching across the unknown voids—something that tore ruthlessly at the separating curtains of my illusions and intruded itself into my visions. "The Master wishes you! Up, swine!" "Yes!"