He appeared in a pitch-black void. Beings of cosmic scale fought before his eyes. They fought and fought. Fought against the unending swarm. An endless multitude of amorphous flesh. Morphed into tentacles, morphed into worms, morphed into bubbles, morphed into flesh, flesh and flesh. These beings came from the deep, from the depths of the cosmos, from the chambers of the chaos. They plucked out planets, They plucked out stars, They plucked out galaxies. They were...

The Nine Monarchs Beyond The Veil

At a certain hamlet, the birds left their nests, and the roosters hooted at the top of their lungs as they welcomed the advent of a new day. Sunlight glimpsed in through the faraway ridges and descended upon the chiselled body of a man, leaning against the doorway of a wooden cottage. 


The man occasionally looked back inside the cottage with a foolish smile plastered upon his face. Finally, he shook his head and slapped his own cheeks as if to break free from his own fantasies. 


“This is definitely not a dream,” the man muttered and scratched his face. 


Then, tying up his long black hair in a ponytail and wearing only a pair of shorts, he left the cottage carrying a woodcutter’s axe atop his shoulder. 


Standing before the black forest nestled at the outskirts of the village, he pulled his axe on the side and made a swing. 


Thud! Thud! Thud! The tree fell down shortly after. 


Tomfoolery And Mischief.