The moon, now near the zenith, shines weirdly and vividly above the towering steeps that hemmed in the chasm, and revealed the fact that a far-flung body of water flowed at the bottom, winding out of sight in both directions, and almost lapping my feet as I stood on the slope. Across the chasm, the wavelets washed the base of the Cyclopean monolith; on whose surface I could now trace both inscriptions and crude sculptures. from H.P. Lovecraft`s novel `Dagon`

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Crayon drawing on 50 cm x 70 cm size Canson Imagine 200 gsm paper.

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