“I cannot forget Carcosa where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men’s thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the lake of Hali; and my mind will bear for ever the memory of the Pallid Mask. I pray God will curse the writer, as the writer has cursed the world with this beautiful, stupendous creation, terrible in its simplicity, irresistible in its truth—a world which now trembles before the King in Yellow.” The Investigators are attending a poetry night at The Lakeside, a coffee house situated in the Pine County Artist Enclave, surrounding the village of Whispering Pines. The coffee house sits by Juniper Lake, and has gorgeous views. What should be a relaxing evening takes a nasty turn as a bad ode draws the attendees to the shores of another lake.