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The tunnel to the Other. Only one person has entered the tunnel and returned. They died three days later. It was very exciting to see the pillars of a vast unknown city from which the dead men had wriggled free. Then, when I opened the trap-door to the garden and saw the pillars, all was over. Seventy million years of alien civilization had brought to earth a new and sane earth; and bathed in a new light the primal dead city which men call Yaddith, or the Cold Waste. Yaddith is a name wholly unfamiliar to me, for on this night its foundations crumbled away and the red glare of a dying star cast weird shadows on the great sterile cube. But I am glad to say that the dead men who lurk in the cold waste have not perished. They have risen again, as the grey twilight city has risen, and they are still terrible and influential. They command strange rites and martial laws, and murder with strange sanctity those who dare disturb their domain. I will not try to describe them here, for it is better not to know.
Once deities of great power, but cast into exile, the Legacy 0xmons appeared to be all but forgotten. A catastrophic event, of which little is known, cursed them and with a blinding flash of light their spell-craft was gone.
Wondering, lost and not able to grasp the misfortune that had been bestowed upon them they hemorrhaged their dark powers for days. This lasted until they could no longer maintain their form and slithered away into a dimension of delirium.
This ruptured the very essence of their being. Here some imploded, others vanished, whilst the ones that remained were altered beasts and unrecognisable from what they once were.
So as a last act of salvation for humanity, we must try to lure them back to the non-place they came from.
Lores are generated via AI trained on Lovecraft text. Music is computer generated based on Daemon type, colours and movement of the animation. Images are handmade based on the original AI generated 0xmons (legacy version).
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The tunnel to the Other. Only one person has entered the tunnel and returned. They died three days later. It was very exciting to see the pillars of a vast unknown city from which the dead men had wriggled free. Then, when I opened the trap-door to the garden and saw the pillars, all was over. Seventy million years of alien civilization had brought to earth a new and sane earth; and bathed in a new light the primal dead city which men call Yaddith, or the Cold Waste. Yaddith is a name wholly unfamiliar to me, for on this night its foundations crumbled away and the red glare of a dying star cast weird shadows on the great sterile cube. But I am glad to say that the dead men who lurk in the cold waste have not perished. They have risen again, as the grey twilight city has risen, and they are still terrible and influential. They command strange rites and martial laws, and murder with strange sanctity those who dare disturb their domain. I will not try to describe them here, for it is better not to know.
Once deities of great power, but cast into exile, the Legacy 0xmons appeared to be all but forgotten. A catastrophic event, of which little is known, cursed them and with a blinding flash of light their spell-craft was gone.
Wondering, lost and not able to grasp the misfortune that had been bestowed upon them they hemorrhaged their dark powers for days. This lasted until they could no longer maintain their form and slithered away into a dimension of delirium.
This ruptured the very essence of their being. Here some imploded, others vanished, whilst the ones that remained were altered beasts and unrecognisable from what they once were.
So as a last act of salvation for humanity, we must try to lure them back to the non-place they came from.
Lores are generated via AI trained on Lovecraft text. Music is computer generated based on Daemon type, colours and movement of the animation. Images are handmade based on the original AI generated 0xmons (legacy version).
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