Irvingia
Irvingia is a genus of African and Southeast Asian trees in the family Irvingiaceae, sometimes known by the common names wild mango, African mango, bush mango, dika or ogbono. They bear edible mango-like fruits, and are especially valued for their fat- and protein-rich nuts.
The fruit is a large drupe, with fibrous flesh. The subtly aromatic nuts are typically dried in the sun for preservation, and are sold whole or in powder form. They may be ground to a paste known variously as dika bread or Gabon chocolate. Their high content of mucilage enables them to be used as thickening agents for dishes such as ogbono soup. The nuts may also be pressed for vegetable oil.
The trees yield a hard wood, useful in construction.
Irvingia was described as a genus in 1860. It is native to Africa and Southeast Asia. The genus is named in honour of Edward George Irving, a Royal Navy surgeon.
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The Case Of Charles Dexter Ward
by: OrphanageBased on the story by H.P.Lovecraft
A magician with powers so strange resurrected from the past
He changed dust into flesh so not to rest eternally
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What is dust?
Death?
Or youth for life?
(Joseph Curwen)
Onwards your spell drew it
Eyes will seek for you, trust a secret
faith in the unknown ancient melancholic times
Where the mist was, the old, the weak, are silenced
Like the folks that ran away after years
Never play with the raising of the dead
Powerful minds will overtake yours
Do not call up that which you can't put down
Memorize the words of the descending node
I'm climbing down now, it's dark in here
I hear the moaning now
I'm going back again to the cellar stairs
I hear the moans again
This time I hide my fear
I climb down deep and find the answers here