Oil on canvas.
THEY DO NOT PAUSE
To observe the wonders
They move further inside
And gradually
Slowly
The crowds thin out
They enter regions lit only by thin tapers
Where the stone is dank
And covered in slick coatings of algae
The noise fades away
And soon the only other occupants
Are magi like themselves
Sullen and silent
Pursuing their own objectives
Within Carcosa's moribund reaches
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