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I was once married to a woman from a parallel universe, a blasted realm of dark madness, an amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity. But I did not understand, I did not heed the gibbering fear her very presence engendered in my soul. In my callow youth I convinced myself it was only the flutterings of True Love, the consuming passion described by the Romantic Poets, to whose works I often turned. But in time my thoughts took a darker hue, the incessant drums, and the flutes, those accursed things! The constant, maddening, monotonous whine! I sometimes thought myself insane, or worse, wished I were.

It was an ugly divorce.