Atop the eldritch high Mount Dallas where once the Gods played, the phantasm of the evil moon shone bright.

The locals near the mountain tell of the strange days still——they tell of the daemons that howled in the night——they tell of the things beyond space——
and yet the younger locals do not believe in the tales. They are speculative in many of the things their grandams have told of for centuries.— Some say that still there are ancient debris from the fall of the dead moon whence it had been struck down by the large bodies of rock from the starry cosmos. They say the creatures of supreme cosmic regions had sent those rocks as a warning for the locals to finish their tribal acts of occult seances. When the rocks fell from the sky of that moon, people from the thousands of years in that past stared up at it with awe and astonishment.

Sometimes, in the...