Last night the Silver Key unlocked a portal to an oneiric realm of polar horror, wherein my dreaming self was propelled across a vast range of snow-encrusted, needle-like mountains and onto an icy plateau - upon which I saw arrayed a city of cyclopean proportion and alien design.
I sensed beneath that aeons-old metropolis great, benighted burrows within which strange life roiled and bubbled blasphemously. Feeling my consciousness drawn inexorably toward those black vaults of horror, I spoke a Word of Power evoking the Nameless One - a Word extricated from the strange system of signification etched upon the Silver Key - to recall myself to wakefulness.
Whereupon I discovered, clutched in my right hand as I lay upon my bed, the above token - whose unearthly and unknown alloy has given life and monstrous form to a curious and horrible design.
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