It is said that in Ulthar, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the fire. For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see. He is the soul of antique Aegyptus, and bearer of tales from forgotten cities in Meroë and Ophir. He is the kin of the jungle’s lords, and heir to the secrets of hoary and sinister Africa. The Sphinx is his cousin, and he speaks her language; but he is more ancient than the Sphinx, and remembers that which she hath forgotten.
The Great Beech stood for nearly two centuries. Carved into its ancient trunk and branches were the countless messages left by generation after generation. Those words are now lost forever and all but forgotten aside from just a very few. In 1999 the Giant was struck by a catastrophic lightning bolt resulting in an instant conflagration, a funeral pyre, whose devouring incandescence was visible from the seven hills which surround Providence. Nothing lasts for long.
Dennis James Laux, 2015