Outer Space. The Alien Kingdom. Umiaku.
"Hump huum mu hm"
The leader of the aliens said, sitting on an elevated spot. Twas like a round balling rolling at a spot, fire spurting, spilling about flames mixed with a hot liquid substance, something close to lava.
The ball he was seated on was hovering over a void. But there were some rays of lingering lights dancing about, projected by the gloom below. You would want to awe the mystery of the odd.
The monster or king of the aliens was dressed in a very long robe without an end. The hem of the robe reached into the gloom. But the robe seemed to be made from the skin of several wild cats.
His face was covered in fibers and roots, and from his mouth projected some straws or lumps of swaying caterpillars.
Twas quite a nauseating view to behold, but the subjects and followers of that alien seemed to be used to it. Even the sigh of that alien would give them pleasure.
