To look upon the absolute being known as the Crawling Chaos was to glimpse the very embodiment of disorder, a being that reveled in the breakdown of reality itself. Its presence was a violent rejection of all stability, a force that sought only to tear apart the universe and leave nothing but chaos in its wake. It was as if existence itself recoiled from the being, desperate to maintain some semblance of order in the face of its overwhelming madness.
The Cosmic Leviathan was a being of impossible grandeur, its colossal form stretching endlessly across the void. Its serpentine body coiled through the fabric of space, each movement slow and deliberate, yet powerful enough to shift the orbits of entire galaxies. Its scales, shimmering in a kaleidoscope of colors that defied understanding, were the size of galaxies themselves, with each individual scale containing a swirling sea of stars, nebulae, and celestial phenomena that flickered in and out of existence.
