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Kikimory
(kikimory is the plural form of kikimora)
In the stygian realms of Empyrean, where the fabric of reality unravels like the frayed ends of a cosmic tapestry, the Kikimory emerge from the abyssal depths as nightmarish envoys of unfathomable dread. These grotesque avian entities, with their plumage of shadow and eyes aglow with the malevolence of distant stars, embody the very essence of cosmic horror.
From the eldritch abyss, the Kikimory materialize, their origins veiled in the obscurity of ancient nightmares. Born, perhaps, from the shadows that dance at the periphery of mortal dreams or forged in the crucible of the void's most unsettling terrors, they transcend the meager limits of earthly comprehension. These dread avians, whose wings beat to the rhythm of forbidden dimensions, are servitors to an entity known only as "The Cube" — a monstrous abstraction that defies reason and sanity. The Cube, a shapeless behemoth of cosmic caprice, wields its inscrutable power to mold the Kikimory into manifestations of terror. The avian abominations, twisted and warped by the malevolent hands of their eldritch master, become harbingers of madness, carrying out the inscrutable designs of The Cube with a nightmarish fervor. In the stygian recesses of Empyrean, the Kikimory are drawn, as moths to the irresistible allure of the Porcelain Tree — a sinister creation of their own perverse ingenuity. This arboreal monstrosity, with its bark as pale as bone and eyes as dark as the void, stands sentinel upon a floating island crafted from the essence of nightmares and inconceivable power. Its roots writhe like serpents, delving into the earth to draw nourishment from the abyssal secrets that lie beyond mortal understanding. Approaching the Porcelain Tree is an odyssey into madness. Its massive eye, rimmed with accursed gold, and smaller, pitch-black oculars, emanate whispers from the ancient and malevolent beings that lurk in the shadowy corners of the cosmos. These eldritch utterances, incomprehensible and soul-shattering, propel those who dare listen to the very precipice of insanity. In the ghastly radiance of the Porcelain Tree's unnatural glow, the Kikimory stand as both worshippers and guardians. Their inhuman forms and eerie connection to The Cube mark them as living testaments to the dark and ancient powers that linger at the edge of human understanding. In the shadowy corners of this nightmarish cosmos, reality unravels, and sanity is but a fleeting illusion, swept away by the chilling winds of cosmic horror. |