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

The wreathing trail ended between the narrow palisade, yielded upon the crags and the escarpment, irrevocably birthed from the forsaken lands. Horses neighed and jittered on their hooves, refusing to advance even a single step into the gaping maw of the unknown. Behind the timorous horses were a wagon hoisted within the granules and the scruples caused by the weight of the very encumbrance it carried under. 


A green-scaled wyvern was deep asleep inside, with two of its front limbs resting beneath its chin as it lay flat on its belly and snored, creeping closer and closer into its phantasy. Lying atop its back was a little girl with her eyes closed, for she was also deep asleep, huddled within a blanket that enveloped both her and the green beast. 


Giggling and muttering incoherent words, the little girl pinched onto the scales of the wyvern as she rolled to the side. The wyvern grumbled under its throat and scratched its back with one of its hind legs. 


A Leap Into The Untended Gorge.