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An enourmous planet devouring daemon that traverses the visible universe. It latches onto places with fresh water, draining them entirely dry. It feeds on organic matter, heating its vat to malign temperatures. It forms satellites, but none can be seen above the relentless howling. Then there is a being of that colour which the outer space-faring men shun as almost impious. It is the pale light, or nebulae, which comes from some secret source not yet discovered. It glows in places where the other colours of the sky are weak, and it glows at night when the earth is near. It is partly transparent, and it attacks organic matter with the force of a brain unlike any man's. It is the frightful secret that has kept mankind from the moon. And now, through the efforts of those outside who have seen the forbidden things, the world may learn what the true gods of earth look like. Mene, quædam in Christiæ, nec ædile ipsæ, nam sint nec sint ipsæ, nec sint ipsæ sint: nam sint ipsæ sint ipsæ, nec sint ipsæ sint. Cum sint ipsæ sint ipsæ, nec sint ipsæ sint: at ipsa sint ipsædæ. Cælius ipsum dolor sit amet, vestibulum at. Aenean aute irædile.
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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An enourmous planet devouring daemon that traverses the visible universe. It latches onto places with fresh water, draining them entirely dry. It feeds on organic matter, heating its vat to malign temperatures. It forms satellites, but none can be seen above the relentless howling. Then there is a being of that colour which the outer space-faring men shun as almost impious. It is the pale light, or nebulae, which comes from some secret source not yet discovered. It glows in places where the other colours of the sky are weak, and it glows at night when the earth is near. It is partly transparent, and it attacks organic matter with the force of a brain unlike any man's. It is the frightful secret that has kept mankind from the moon. And now, through the efforts of those outside who have seen the forbidden things, the world may learn what the true gods of earth look like. Mene, quædam in Christiæ, nec ædile ipsæ, nam sint nec sint ipsæ, nec sint ipsæ sint: nam sint ipsæ sint ipsæ, nec sint ipsæ sint. Cum sint ipsæ sint ipsæ, nec sint ipsæ sint: at ipsa sint ipsædæ. Cælius ipsum dolor sit amet, vestibulum at. Aenean aute irædile.
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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