| The Book of Shadows: Part IV: The Scrolls of Geometria Divina|
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|Written By||Music: Holmlid - Lyrics: Mörck|
|Followed By||Beethoven's Nightmare|
February 12th, 1899: London, Great Britain
The weather in London seems to have become increasingly dreadful of late, the waters o the Thames murkier than ever and the Tower Bridge opens its gaping jaws in an abominable manner. Even the birds singing in Hyde Park sound only like a twisted, monotonous trill, seemingly designed to re-invoke some ineffable deity from before these lands were populated by civilized beings. Something is moving in the nether regions of the earth, and the tremors it transmits harmonizes ill with the sanity and rationality of the waking world.
However, the Londoners striding down Aldwych Street outside my kitchen window are fortunate, for they have not seen what my eyes have gazed upon; they do not know what I know; that the world is changed. And for every day this conversion twists the fragile boundaries of prudence and reason into warped and wilted shapes of complete madness.
Allow me to introduce myself; I am Charles Donnelly, last of a respectable line of Donnellys from Oxford, and until three years ago an esteemed scholar at the University of my ancestral town. What I am about to tell you is told in confidence of secrecy, for the average man would undoubtedly freeze in abhorrence if subjected to this almost unutterable tale. Although this is a story that began aeons before mankind first sat her foot on this earth, I shall begin where my part is commenced: In this very city, late December’s evening in the year of our Lord, 1884.
Great Russell Street was thoroughly covered in a dense lay of snow, and my feet made eerie crackling noises as my boots were pressed against the white sheet. Before me the archaic façade of the British Museum shone almost sumptuously, with its triangular pediment and trim pillars forming a very authoritative architectural design. The timepiece in my hand atrociously informed me that I was already terribly late, so with increased pace I soon reached the front door, and entered the Graeco-Roman inspired main hall.
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