| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: slept long, and the ghasts returned soon from their deed in the
cavern, the scent of the climbers might easily be picked up by
those loathsome and ill-disposed things; in which case it would
almost be better to be eaten by a Gug.
Then, after aeons of
climbing, there came a cough from the darkness above; and matters
assumed a very grave and unexpected turn.
It was clear that
a ghast, or perhaps even more, had strayed into that tower before
the coming of Carter and his guides; and it was equally clear
that this peril was very close. Alter a breathless second the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris: possession. There was a long silence. Moran yawned again.
"I pulled the heel off my boot this morning," she said lazily,
"and I've been limping all day."
"I noticed it," answered Wilbur. "Kitchell had a new pair aboard
somewhere, if they're not spoiled by the water now."
"Yes?" she said indifferently; "we'll look them up in the
morning."
Again there was silence.
"I wonder," she began again, staring up into the dark, "if Charlie
took that frying-pan off with him when he went?"
"I don't know. He probably did."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Reef by Edith Wharton: assumed, in the Leath household, the same ghostly tinge of
unreality. Her husband, at the time, was all that his own
ideal of a husband required. He was attentive, and even
suitably moved: but as he sat by her bedside, and
thoughtfully proffered to her the list of people who had
"called to enquire", she looked first at him, and then at
the child between them, and wondered at the blundering
alchemy of Nature...
With the exception of the little girl herself, everything
connected with that time had grown curiously remote and
unimportant. The days that had moved so slowly as they
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