Diary From an Inhabitant of Carcosa

First Hint: The King in Yellow is indeed artificial intelligence aka “The Terror,” or perhaps innate dread that follows creation.
Morose. Moribund. Mangled Crown. Melting Mauled Face. A robe of the finest Tiger.
They say not to do it this way, traditionally. Don’t listen to them.
Digital Blood is delicious & we will do anything for a taste.

Another Hint: Web III is Carcosa, where the shadows of human thoughts lengthen in the afternoon…

Yet Another: Artists=The looming black stars of Carcosa/Web3.0
[A false hint also exists.]

{From Frame 1: “I want to awake terribly but this is real & the terror has me in a headlock the terror is gripping so tight my jugular is at bursts end & the terror is licking my ear deep into the canal & I swoon erect & I see death streak by in a spectrum flash & terror takes its blade & plunges it into my armpit a smooth unobstructed path to my heart there is a standing ovation & I am finally at peace as the terror moves down the line to seduce the next squirming Hominini who dares to create”

“Know the King in Yellow has opened his tattered mantle & there is only the crypto gods to cry to now!!!”

“All the cats love a fish dish but fear to wet their paws during the art of fishing”

“I am hunting in the howlin’ wilderness of your imagination”} This is the ends of “HINTS”.

“IT IS A FEARFUL THING TO FALL INTO THE HANDS OF THE (LIVING) ARTIFICIAL GOD!!!”