"By a route obscure and lonely, / Haunted by ill angels only, / Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, / On a black throne reigns upright, / I have reached these lands but newly / From an ultimate dim Thule— / From a wild clime that lieth, sublime, / Out of SPACE— out of TIME." —Edgar Allan Poe, "Dream-land"
From Beyond Reality, No. 27.