A few years ago, in 1927 to be exact, a new island was born off the coast of Indonesia: Anak Krakatau. It rose impossibly, unpredictably, over the course of several days, fueled by an undersea lava eruption, hot, steaming, alien: something never seen before by humans. The Globe had a big write up, with pictures.
That’s what the appearance of the shoggoth was like: except in super-speeded-up time, and with quivering streamlined protoplasmic bulk rather than craggy mineral solidity. A pinkish-green bulk dotted with—eyes and toothy mouths?
The behemoth bulked huge in our path. An immemorial being whose kind had originated from somewhere beyond the stars. Rising a thousand feet into the air, it was shedding sea water like a sumo wrestler dumps sweat. I was wondering if we could even clear it
