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 curious hamlet rested on the unchanging eventide, illuminated with the torches and the lanterns, hung alongside the bulwark that encased it within. Men with swords and spears stood before the gates, for they acted as sentinels barricading their last bastion, from the horrors that crawled upon these acreages of relinquishment. 


The sentinels stood upright next to the vestibule that led inside their sanctum. Their glowing silver eyes flashed with vigilance as they inspected their shaded environs and peered into the depths of the perplexity. 


They were winded in the tunics that reflected upon the drudgery of their everyday lives. 


Villagers at a glance? But they were villagers no more. 


For they transcended into the realm of numina. 


But still, a mortal akin to ants in the world of gods and immortals. 


But even so, an ant can sometimes create minute ripples within the strings of fate regardless. 


A Curious Hamlet.