Even if since the appearances of this name it seemed to allude, then, in the minds of the peasants who worked there, both to the family, then, when the temples appeared, in which they found themselves towards the temple of Zarathanis.
When I said, that the only effect of my childhood experiment, even that of looking down into the pond, that had deepened my first and even singular impression of the place.
So, without a doubt, the fact that I realized that my superstition was increasing, so...
- Was it because I shouldn't express it?
What this caused her to increase more and more.
Even though I've known for a long time that this is how the paradoxical law of all feelings works, even those derived from terror.
Perhaps it was just for that reason that, when I raised my eyes again to the house after having seen it, its reflection in the water, strange ideas grew in my mind.
In which incidentally, such ridiculous ideas, which I only mention to show the strength, with the intensity of the sensations that oppressed me.
When I had pushed so hard, with the imagination she made me really believe that over the whole temple of Zarathanis and the property hung a very peculiar atmosphere, in which they and the neighbourhoods alike.
Since that place had an atmosphere nothing like, even if it came from a dimension where the sky was misty, in a constant fog, which was how it continued to show a funereal environment of a rain that constantly fell without stopping , but, rather, something that emanated from the twisted trees, in which it was seen with dark and strange trees and plants.
A strange sensation that came from the dimensions of fear, in its rawest grey form, from the silent lake, a hot and mystical vapor, heavy, inert, barely perceptible, and leaden colour, rose and rose.
Casting out of my spirit what must have been a dream, I observed, I paid more attention to the real aspect of that building.
In that its main characteristic was to look excessively old, with the loss of colours over the years it had been great, without its shadows, in which it had a colouring that referred to tiny fungi in which it was taken over the entire exterior of the temple, curling up in the gutters, where they emerged in a finely woven web.
Even then, however, there was no more pronounced damage, with no part of the masonry having collapsed, and there seemed to be one, with the extravagant inconsistency between the still perfect assembly of the many parts of the construction and the precarious condition of each stone.
This showed an ominous environment in the midst of dim light, in which it could seem that it made one think of the apparent integrity of an old piece of strange and crooked wood, many years ago in some abandoned cave, without contact with the outside air.
It was then, despite this strong indication of beauty and aristocracy, in which the place was an immense and beautiful construction that showed few signs of mild and rot, being a golden environment, in which perhaps the eyes of the least observant, even the most attentive .
In that they had discovered some form of totally original beauty, being a non-standard environment, in which they are all outside of an original environment and outside of any normal change, in any aristocratic and ancient environment, every environment, it was imperceptible that, extending from the roof of the front of the temple, in which it descended through the dimensions of fear, in its crudest form in a zigzag until it was lost in the waters that were as dark as the environment, which came from a marsh.
Then, when everyone was watching these things, I crossed the short path that led towards the temple.
He who was an environment, in a created place took my car and then I passed through the gothic arches of the lobby.
When the servants led me through that environment in silence and with furtive steps, through the many dark and intricate corridors, on the way to their master's study.
Much of what I found along the way contributed to potentiate all the vague feelings, which I have already described, in a way that I cannot explain.
Although the objects around me, it was then, even the paintings on the ceiling, in which the sombre tapestries in the dimensions of fear, in its rawest form, the ebony black floor, or, perhaps with the same symbols, historical articles, relics that filled the place, as did the ghostly clanging heraldic trophies.
All this as I passed by, even though they were things that I was sometimes one of those introduced to, that I had grown accustomed to in childhood, and even though I had no hesitation in acknowledging how familiar it all was to me, I still admired myself for the time being . , then, on realizing how strange the impressions that the common images in all this, when these things he was used to, caused in him were.
It was like this, on one of the stairs, I found the priest who was part of the cult.
As always, where I saw him, what he had on his strange countenance, what I thought of, seemed to contain a mixture of low cunning and embarrassment.
When he greeted me with a slight tremor and walked on, then, when the priests and the worshipers, who then opened the door and led me into the presence of their lord, in which those which were one of the rooms, in which they were so large and imposing, as the immense place, that was one of the offices of the order.
With those windows they were long, narrow and pointed and set so far from the oak floor that it was almost impossible to reach them.
With its weak glow of reddish lights, it made its way through the panes in which they came from lattices and served to make them sufficiently recognizable by the other members.
Being the main objects there, on which I aimed with my eyes, however, they tried in vain to reach the remotest corners of the room or the recesses of the vaulted and ornate ceiling.
Since there were dark tapestries among the artifacts placed in which hanging from the dimensions of fear, in its rawest form, the furniture was plentiful but uncomfortable, being ceremonial and traditional, to get the image that it matched the dismal environment, where it was in a precarious state. There were several books.
In that they were adorned and in contrast to the musical instruments scattered around the corners, but not even that being so, in which they felt that they managed to give a sense of vitality to the place.
When I felt that I breathed a tenebrous atmosphere, in which I saw the mood that it had been for a long time, there a dense atmosphere of deep, penetrating and irremediable melancholy hung in the air and took over, being that of everything I saw when I entered.
At which Edelgard Usher rose from the sofa on which he was lying, and so greeted me so warmly that at first I considered, even with exaggerated cordiality, the constrained effort of a great and handsome world-weary man.
Even so, however, on looking at his most diplomatic and aristocratic countenance, I was convinced of his perfect sincerity.
When we sat down, we began to talk about what it would become, and for a few moments, while he did not speak, I contemplated him with a feeling in which pity and admiration were mingled.
Yet no man had changed so much, in such, how short a period of time, as Roderick Morgan and Edelgard Usher!