The nine moons in the sky were nine massive, fearsome monsters that simply had no trace of being a normal lifeform.
Tentacles? Artificial limbs? Appendages? Tumors? Cysts? Irregular and bloated pieces of flesh, or simply churning fluids of rot?
All these were not the main body of Chaos, nor were they the true form of those monsters. Everything about them were phantasms projected by warped images in the human mind, a combination of all that every person feared, denied and was unwilling to see. It broke all common sense and ignored all that was normal, a hostile nightmare given form in reality.
Those who feared the sea would see tentacles and swirls, those who feared the jungle would see canes and roots, those who feared space would see grotesque wings and a bottomless abyss… while those who feared nothing, and instead brimmed with expectation towards the complete unknown would see a mist that emanated waves of gray light.
