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

Far underneath the deepest reaches of the vitreous hollow, for within the domain of the twilight, a man with silver hair sat crossed-legged inside a chamber of luminosity. 


A colossal serpent nestled itself around the man, caressing and cuddling him therein. Lying atop its coiling body was a woman with long bluish hair. She rested her chin upon her hands and kept on staring at the man at the centre with her ardent eyes. The colossal serpent glared and hissed at the woman from time to time, but the woman only rolled her eyes and ignored its playful insinuations. 


A slithering tongue emerged in between the jaws of the serpent and wrapped itself around the body of the unwavering man. Then, eyes doused in disdain, the serpent looked back at the woman in triumph. 


The Two Harlots.