And art thou nothing? Such thou art, as when
The woodman winding westward up the glen
At wintry dawn, where o’er the sheep-track’s maze
The viewless snow-mist weaves a glist’ning haze,
Sees full before him, gliding without tread,
An image with a glory round its head;
The enamoured rustic worships its fair hues,
Nor knows he makes the shadow he pursues!
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
1978. An informant to western intelligence in East Berlin has been compromised, perhaps broken by the Stasi. He’s no ordinary informant though- he’s part of network N, tasked with passing on information about occult activities, left behind the iron curtain in the aftermath of the Second World War. His ravings relate to this other information.
Your official duty is to find out what he knows, and if any other agents he’s been in touch with have been compromised. But you have another secret duty to do with the agent’s ravings about the listening posts in the Harz mountains. Ravings about the Brocken spectre, witches, and strange creatures in the mountain forests.
Tags: Cthulhu Mythos, Horror, Grey, Cold War, East Germany