Black stars sing in the reflection of the water, their melody impossible and uncanny. Yet somehow, you remember the tune. It is as though your earliest living memory has returned to you. You hum at first, ripples appearing along the water's surface as your volume increases. The lyrics return to you, and you join in the stars' singing, your voice echoing across the twisted realm.

Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa
– Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow