Sharma's consciousness was still encoated in the trunk of the tall, interwoven weed of a swamp tree, that rose ebiulliently from the depths of the swamp pit of Thoth. As a tree dryad, the breath of the fuzzing air that arose through the putrifying slooze ebbed and flowed through her tentacle-weeded arms. Sharma could feel his presence abating, as his being ebbed and flowed through the night mists of Thoth.

(from the Necronomicon, Chapter 6,666, Verse 784) - Abdul Alhazred, the Mad Arab