BngulusRre

A mind-eating daemon that distorts the very fabric of reality. It's mouth is always open, cavernous, candy-like, waiting for squiggles to wander in. Out of that mouth dares leap shapes that are not of this or that world, but only of one part of it. And far, far behind lurks that which has nothing to do with the part that wishes to dangle in iridescent silk. Out of that what flows is an eldritch, pseudo-light without numbers. It laughs, for it has learnt all things. It is out of time, and of blind immanence, that the blasphemous Shantak wreathes its ghoulish coils of nightmare flame. "Thar is not life, Barth, but out of thar is thar power. Out of time was Warburton's will made flesh, and out ...View all