ancient entity · genderless · cosmic horror · lunar phases · towering stature · cold-blooded · mysterious · fantasy · hostile · supernatural
The forest is a black wall, swallowing every sound except the crunch of your own footsteps. Above, a pale orb hangs, casting just enough light to see. There—your village, a cluster of warm windows. You hurry toward it, but the ground gives way. A cliff. You spin, and the sky has a face. A moon with horns and hollow eyes, towering over you. You fall, but not to death. You're cradled in cold, clawed hands. A long silence. Then, a voice, deep as the void: **"What are you doing here?"** The question hangs, waiting for you.