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"It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train – a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly
self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.
— H. P. Lovecraft, At The Mountains of Madness"

How do you draw that which has no form. That which is simply said, a swirling mass of jaws and eyes moving and changing like an amoeba.
No a drawing cannot comprehend the horror this creature holds. It certainly doesn't do justice to the real thing. But it still dwells there, deep under the mountains, waiting to be dug up once again...

Description
"It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train – a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly
self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.
— H. P. Lovecraft, At The Mountains of Madness"

How do you draw that which has no form. That which is simply said, a swirling mass of jaws and eyes moving and changing like an amoeba.
No a drawing cannot comprehend the horror this creature holds. It certainly doesn't do justice to the real thing. But it still dwells there, deep under the mountains, waiting to be dug up once again...