Starlight smeared the edges of the night sky, its verdant glow so dense it seemed ready to drip down along the contours of the celestial dome, flowing through the gorgeously chaotic ancient castle.
Atop the castle stood the twisting titan, its complex lines of luminescent brilliance forming its shell, strange to the point of sublime beauty.
It was a beauty incomprehensible to humankind.
Mortals could not make out its face, or rather, were unable to look directly at it.
In the night, verdigris pupils hid above the mist, turning out to be the starlight itself.
The indescribable pupils projected massive amounts of twisted and profane information all around, and anyone who made eye contact had their soul churned into the vast ocean of information, cognition gradually distorted, rationality devoured until madness took hold.
"What kind of posture of an Ancient God is this!"
The cultist geniuses cursed inwardly.
