A pandimensisonal entity that seeks to fold, compress, and cut up all matter. It cannot be heard or seen, but rather, a feeling of something ancient and huge. Something sinister. It has a soul and acts by remote hypnotic suggestion. In dreams it talks in tongues. When it has found a victim it injects its solution into the veins; burning the flesh and sometimes the heart. It is the work of the pit and of the Elder Things to wipe it out..."
These black and brooding paragraphs filled me with horror and mixed with a baffling kind of excitement, as if my notions of space, time, and causation were profound and awesomely original. At times, too, I felt a vague, insidious caution even greater than that which had led me to believe that these beings were not vermin but actual living entities capable of speech and conscious thought.
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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A pandimensisonal entity that seeks to fold, compress, and cut up all matter. It cannot be heard or seen, but rather, a feeling of something ancient and huge. Something sinister. It has a soul and acts by remote hypnotic suggestion. In dreams it talks in tongues. When it has found a victim it injects its solution into the veins; burning the flesh and sometimes the heart. It is the work of the pit and of the Elder Things to wipe it out..."
These black and brooding paragraphs filled me with horror and mixed with a baffling kind of excitement, as if my notions of space, time, and causation were profound and awesomely original. At times, too, I felt a vague, insidious caution even greater than that which had led me to believe that these beings were not vermin but actual living entities capable of speech and conscious thought.
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).