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One of gods/demons invented by Smith... I am not really sure if it is part of Cthulhu Mythos or not. I don't recall Lovecraft ever mentioning this one. This small, mummy like figure can be unintentionally summoned and it causes those who summoned it to rapidly age until they turn into gray dust.
"…The olden wizards knew him, and named him Quachil Uttaus. Seldom is he revealed: for he dwelleth beyond the outermost circle, in the dark limbo of unsphered time and space.-Dreadful is the word that calleth him, though the word be unspoken save in thought: For Quachil Uttaus is the ultimate corruption; and the instant of his coming is like the passage of many ages; and neither flesh nor stone may abide his treading, but all things crumble beneath-it atom from atom. And for this, some have called him The Treader of the Dust.
(...)
It was a figure no larger than a young child, but sere and shriveled as some millennial mummy. Its hairless head, its unfeatured face, borne on a neck of skeleton thinness, were lined with a thousand reticulated wrinkles. The body was like that of some monstrous, withered abortion that had never drawn breath. The pipy arms, ending in bony claws were outthrust as if ankylosed in the posture. of an eternal dreadful groping. The legs, with feet like those of a pigmy Death, were drawn tightly together as though confined by the swathings of the tomb; nor was there any movement or striding or pacing. Upright. and rigid, the horror floated swiftly down the wan, deathly gray beam toward Sebastian."
Clark Ashton Smith, The Treader of the Dust
"…The olden wizards knew him, and named him Quachil Uttaus. Seldom is he revealed: for he dwelleth beyond the outermost circle, in the dark limbo of unsphered time and space.-Dreadful is the word that calleth him, though the word be unspoken save in thought: For Quachil Uttaus is the ultimate corruption; and the instant of his coming is like the passage of many ages; and neither flesh nor stone may abide his treading, but all things crumble beneath-it atom from atom. And for this, some have called him The Treader of the Dust.
(...)
It was a figure no larger than a young child, but sere and shriveled as some millennial mummy. Its hairless head, its unfeatured face, borne on a neck of skeleton thinness, were lined with a thousand reticulated wrinkles. The body was like that of some monstrous, withered abortion that had never drawn breath. The pipy arms, ending in bony claws were outthrust as if ankylosed in the posture. of an eternal dreadful groping. The legs, with feet like those of a pigmy Death, were drawn tightly together as though confined by the swathings of the tomb; nor was there any movement or striding or pacing. Upright. and rigid, the horror floated swiftly down the wan, deathly gray beam toward Sebastian."
Clark Ashton Smith, The Treader of the Dust
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Ohhh I had a dream which featured something quite similar to this:
I was in a train station that looked too much like a mental asylum, or a butcher shop, with off-white ceramic tiling on the floor, walls and domed ceiling. There I encountered something that looked like a charred corpse, it was somehow incrusted in a hole on the wall, that around it turned into stone. It was really short and wrinkled, like a very old child mummy, but there were dim orange lights deep within its eye sockets, that I read as "embers from the fire". And somehow, despite being completely charred and "older than any human alive" it is wearing a perfectly clean and new business suit. That ridiculous fact (that either someone went and put a brand new suit on a dead thing, or the dead thing itself went and put on a suit) is what sends my dream self completely into shock and fear... the thing never moved, but i know that as long as the embers in its eye sockets keep burning, this thing is going to haunt me... just as im waking up, i notice this smell that my mind tags as "the smell of something thats been dead for too long"
I was in a train station that looked too much like a mental asylum, or a butcher shop, with off-white ceramic tiling on the floor, walls and domed ceiling. There I encountered something that looked like a charred corpse, it was somehow incrusted in a hole on the wall, that around it turned into stone. It was really short and wrinkled, like a very old child mummy, but there were dim orange lights deep within its eye sockets, that I read as "embers from the fire". And somehow, despite being completely charred and "older than any human alive" it is wearing a perfectly clean and new business suit. That ridiculous fact (that either someone went and put a brand new suit on a dead thing, or the dead thing itself went and put on a suit) is what sends my dream self completely into shock and fear... the thing never moved, but i know that as long as the embers in its eye sockets keep burning, this thing is going to haunt me... just as im waking up, i notice this smell that my mind tags as "the smell of something thats been dead for too long"