Hey guys, brief passage from the start of my short story. Heavy Lovecraft influence. What do you all think?
"Beyond reason"
Even on the brightest days, when the benign sun would shine above a clear, sky-blue atmosphere he would hear it calling to him. The barely audible whisper would rise and carry with the cool wind that rustled the fully born trees whose foliage was produced by gorging on the dazzling sunlight and water of light, summer rain.
The call was barely recognizable; its sound a paradox of audible clarity and spectral non-existence."Dyllllan", it would beckon quietly, but with a pang of urgency. Its implications undeniably malevolent, but curiously tempting and inviting, it wanted to share forbidden knowledge with him offering previously unobtainable visions and ideas incapable of being perceived by the usual limits of the mind. It brought with it a wave of nostalgia that would produce faint memories of childhood experiences, when he was alone and the call would present itself, more clearly, and more immediately than it ever had it recent years. Often he would lie in bed at night as a young boy, and dream about the multitude of staggering possibilities the next moment could bring. To a young wandering mind, the future is uncertain and filled with unlimited impossibilities. Each shadow in a dark bedroom at night could be a person, or a grotesque monster from beyond the stars. "Dyllllllan" it would murmur, and all the possibilities of knowledge yet unknown would be confirmed true, and he would lie quivering under the sheets, saved only by his defiant search for a primitive spark of order or undeveloped reason to comfort him. Soon, light would come and people would wake up, things that governed humanity's existence would begin again -- like clockwork -- and the lonely night and its jarring infinity would be forgotten. As he grew he learned of these things, and the call lessened in frequency.
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