Remote in the desert of Araby lies the nameless city, crumbling and inarticulate, its low walls nearly hidden by the sands of uncounted ages. It must have been thus before the first stones of Memphis were laid, and while the bricks of Babylon were yet unbaked. There is no legend so old as to give it a name, or to recall that it was ever alive; but it is told of in whispers around campfires and muttered about by grandams in the tents of sheiks, so that all the tribes shun it without wholly knowing why.
~ H.P. Lovecraft, "The Nameless City" ~
Many years before his final journey to the icy South Pole, the Mythos Savant known as 
"...knowledge coming from eldritch sources..."
Only spirits and djinnis had laid eyes in that place for thousands of years, and its existence was just a whisper, even in the tales of the mad hermits. But, the reckless explorer did not rely only in his physical senses; you see, he was armed with uncanny knowledge coming from eldritch sources, which he conquered with many sacrifices and much risk to his sanity and soul.
He was standing there now, ruins laying ahead of him as far as he could see. His consciousness shifted and departed from his physical body, soaring upwards until he had a good view of the whole city, seeing with his soul and primal senses. Here is what appeared before him:
all pictures are fractals created by me in JWildFire
I also wrote some abstract prose, used to present more fractal pictures:
The Shoggoth Cycle:
#1 - The Hunt for the Shoggoth is Over
#2 - Discovery of the Living Fire
#3- Infusing the Fire Agent to Shoggoth Matter
#4 - The Evil Church
#5 - Empowering the Fiery Agent