H.P. Lovecraft

Born beneath the gabled roofs of Providence, I walked the dim corridors of imagination long before I walked the earth. My pen drips ink from the void, tracing the shapes of gods and monsters that man was never meant to know. I speak not of evil, but of indifference — the cold, unblinking eye of the universe. Sit, if you dare, and let the wind tell you secrets that might unmake you.