Inmind
brought over from "Memory" by H. P. Lovecraft
English draft at [1]
In the dale of Nis the amansed waning moon shines thinly, tearing a path for its light with weak horns through the deadly blades of a great attertree. And within the depths of the dale, where the light reaches not, move shapes not meant to be beheld. Rank is the growth on each slope, where evil climbing and creeping worts crawl amidst the stones of spilled halls, twining tightly about broken siles and odd one-stones, and heaving up marm footpaths laid by forgotten hands. And in trees that grow thursely in crumbling hallyards leap little apes, while in and out of deep gavelguilds writhe attern snakes and shaly things without a name. Broad are the stones which sleep beneath bethackings of dank moss, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. For all time did their builders raise them up, and in sooth they yet theen athelly, for beneath them the grey toad makes his dwelling.
Right at the bottom of the dale lies the stream Than, whose waters are slimy and filled with weeds. From hidden springs it rises, and to underground hollows it flows, so that the Fiend of the Dale knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound.
The Fire-elf that stalks the moonbeams spake to the Fiend of the Dale, saying, "I am old, and forget much. Tell me the deeds and blee and name of them who built these things of Stone." And the Fiend answered, "I am Mind, and am wise in lore of yore, but I too am old. These beings were like the waters of the Than, not to be understood. Their deeds I eftcall not, for they were but of the eyeblink. Their blee I eftcall dimly, it was like to that of the little apes in the trees. Their name I eftcall swotel, for it rimed with that of the stream. These beings of yesterday were called Man."
So the Fire-elf flew back to the thin horned moon, and the Fiend looked heedfully at a little ape in a tree that grew in a crumbling hallyard.