Somewhere in an unknown realm, just outside the very edge of Fathomi's existence, the cosmic fringe stretched into endless obscurity.
Vast emptiness dominated here, a place where concepts like distance or light held no firm grip.
Forms drifted without purpose, half-formed ideas from realities long discarded.
An eldritch mass occupied a central void in this fringe, a high existential godly being the size of the world itself. It bubbled and swayed, its surface a churning sea of protoplasmic confusion.
Eyes dotted its expanse—countless orbs of varying shapes, some human-like with irises of fractured stars, others compound and insectoid, scanning nonexistent horizons.
Faces emerged and submerged in the bubbling folds—snarls of beasts long extinct, serene masks of forgotten deities, weeping countenances of mortals who never drew breath.
