Luyện nghe bài hát Ghosts of Angkor Wat

[17 1893]
Such grim musings as been occupying my mind of late unfortunately seem
to suggest a possible link to the fate of my learned and colleague
Doctor Ignatius Stone. brilliant researcher was last seen in command
of all his faculties whilst on an expedition to the ruins of the
city of Ur, an which preceded my own work there by some eighteen
months. Stone was a gifted who also dabbled, perhaps unwisely,
in certain areas of the occult, particularly involving the
once worshipped as Cthonic deities by the ancient denizens of Ur.
Mere days before he ventured into the ziggurats of foreboding,
mystery-haunted site, he had dispatched a letter to me that he was
on the verge of a truly staggering arcane at Ur which would
prove the cyclical nature of human civilisation as well as
immediately render redundant all theories on the origin of man.
Whatever misfortune befell him those aeons-old tombs robbed him
irrevocably of his sanity, for his attendants finally managed to prise
open the door of the vast central catacomb, which had, I'm told,
inexplicably shut fast behind his three-man party, they found
two of the regularly men had seemingly expired of pure fright,
while Stone was slumped against the north wall, vacantly into the
gloom, gibbering about by beings so terrible that the very
contemplation of their would sunder a man's tenuous hold on the
of sanity.
When I later visited him at the in England, I found him to be a
shell of the man I once knew, a man beset by imagined terrors and
ever wary of the immemorial horrors he claimed lurked at the periphery
of humanity's perceptions. Indeed, I was glad I had taken a journal
which I could transcribe his rants, for he had a great deal to
tell me about The Dreamer In The Of Ur: