Right now it's babbling in somewhat-grammatically correct, Lovecraftian prose. Very much "senseless banter" but starting to get kinda cool But it hurts to read. It can write roughly one novel per minute. Here's an excerpt:

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In light slumber he ceased wholly to where those hushed sunset streets and recrossed the cavern of the marvellous city, and wide streets and old peaked gables harbouring little lanes among ancient tiled roofs, nor did they give any favouring sign when he leave that last amorphous blight of the maddening beating of accursed flutes; to drive them from afar had ever suspected in such voyages, incalculable local dangers; as well as Carter stood on unknown Kadath, veiled in dream or descend the black impious gulfs to other dreamlands, and dawn and that for him its meaning must once have been adversely heard, for after even the Great Ones had ever crossed and invoked them he prayed to him the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep.