Lovecraft walked the time worn streets of his beloved Providence, Mentally composing a letter to his good friend Clark Ashton Smith with whom he was aabout to collaborate with on, on an as yet untitled work, when turning a corner he was overcome with a feeling of nausea, dissociation and almost passed out with the feeling of utter panic and dread that had encompassed him there was a feeling he was exoanding to a gigantic size and at the same time infinitesimally tiny , When he came back to his senses he was in some sort of dystopian city of degeneracy of wwhat he ascertained was the far future that he could hardly fathom, He Must find a way back to his own world and fast!!