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Camilla: You, sir, should unmask.
Stranger: Indeed?
Cassilda: Indeed it’s time. We all have laid aside disguise but you.
Stranger: I wear no mask.
Camilla: (Terrified, aside to Cassilda.) No mask? No mask!
-- The King in Yellow, Act I, Scene 2.
Welcome, friend, to Lost Carcosa. Forget what you may have heard; Carcosa is a place of beauty, the city you saw once in a dream, and have ever after sought vainly to return to. It is a rocky cliff, green with moss, at the blue hour of twilight. Certainly nothing to outrage even the most refined sensibilities. But take care — it is a terrible thing to fall into the hands of the Living God.
A journal, akin to a weblog or phlog:
A serial newsletter about living in the end times
Information about the Germinal server:
Some miscellaneous documents:
A feature comparison table for Gopher, Gemini, and the WWW