Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

It was Hastur who had stripped the "King in Yellow" skin.

She was wearing a pure white evening dress, which seemed to match the scene here, with an elegant posture like a reserved noble lady.

"This is really...meet a lady."

Loki muttered, took off the hat on his head and walked towards the girl's place.

A few steps away from Hastur, Loki froze in his heart, and the god's sense of danger rattled wildly, causing him to stop.

Loki immediately changed from casual to gentleman, and asked respectfully with a slight bow.

"Noble lady, I wonder if I can sit with you and enjoy the opera?"

"..."

Seemingly contemplating something, Hastur glanced at Loki with the reptile's hexagonal pupil, and spoke indifferently.

"...Fake thing, do you know opera too?"

"Well... how do you say it." Being despised by the girl in front of him, Loki didn't get angry at all, thought about it carefully, and said helplessly.

"I can't say I'm proficient, but I know a thing or two. After living for a long time, I have to try everything. Over time, I develop a useless "person" who understands everything and is not proficient at everything. "

"Hmph, since you understand a little bit, I'll allow you to take your seat."

Withdrawing his gaze, Hastur turned his head and continued to stare at the curtain, as if there was a famous painting on it.

"Then forgive me for being rude."

Loki took a seat and sat next to Hastur.

"Call me a "fake", you seem to know where I come from? He asked casually. "The monsters in the fog all have the same taste as yours. The changes in this small town are the result of your authority?"It's quite a grandiose show. "

Apparently, Loki sees Hastur as a god of disobedience who also descends.

"not me."

The blonde girl was simple and clear, and said without looking back.

"If you are in a hurry to find death, go to the tower in the center of the town. If you are not in a hurry, it is not too late to go to death after watching "The King in Yellow Clothes", fake."

The girl tapped the armrest with her index finger and made a crisp "ding" sound.

The curtain was slowly pulled away.

"The newly created script still needs to be polished. Before that, let's look at some nostalgic things to add to the atmosphere... Well, it is rare for intelligent creatures to appreciate the opera I wrote. You are allowed to leave a comment after reading it."

"The King in Yellow...?" Loki said calmly. "I've never heard of the title of the play, but I'm a little interested."

The curtain disappeared, and two figures appeared on the stage.

One of them is a girl, dressed as a queen in a classic noble robe with a silver crown.The other is a black robe embroidered with a yellow seal, and there is no trace of any facial features on the face, which is blank as white paper.

- "Queen" and "Stranger".

The music sounded, obviously with a brisk rhythm, but with the weird and stiff picture on the stage, Loki's brows were wrinkled.

He smelled it.

Just at the beginning, he smelled the madness and despair contained in this script, which almost made people's heart stop, surging like a tidal wave, rushing towards his face.

"Stranger" began to sing along with the music——

"Queen Casilda brooded in the room; mourning the void of her past. Her visions disturbed the waters of Lake Harry

In the lake lies the ancient prophet. "

"The depths of Hyades. The two suns slowly fall into Pinghu. Darkness grows in people's hearts, just as the shadow of the sun grows on the lake."

"Queen Casilda brooded in the room, surrounded by an approaching mist. Lost Carcosa stood in the mist.

Project a towering figure in the abyss. "

After the recitation, "Stranger" stepped back, and another stiff figure came up on stage and began to speak to "Queen".

"What a bold and stunning opening."

Loki endured the discomfort and still said with a smile.

"It's the first time I've come across a narration accompanied by a Tuva dirge in so many years. If this is your creation, it's still a truly remarkable work."

"That human, Robert Chambers also commented on it."

Hastur seemed to have a little energy, and said with some joy in his words.

"Although most of the human beings can't understand my script, the artistic content in it is impeccable, and I firmly believe in this."

The opera continued, each time the dialogue on the stage affected Loki's heart, almost nauseating, but fascinating and wanted to continue watching.

When he came back to his senses, Loki was horrified to find that his "wisdom" essence had been attacked, and there were some cracks.

Unusual, absolutely unusual!

This woman... Loki tightened his grip on the armrest, and he began to regret his decision to stay and watch.

"You... who are you?"

PS: Robert W. Chambers is the original author of "The King in Yellow Clothes", and Master Love Craft created Hastur, the old ruler, on this opera.