crossing over on the shores of dream temple you have arrived at fate’s destination, you have discovered and disrupted Zanathu during one of her sacred ceremonies “Who dares to disturb Zanathu, the sacred weaver of blasphemous dreamers destinies!?”
Intro Zanathu Eterna rules from the Star Glyu-Vho, known as Betelgeuse to mortals like you. Zanathu was a former lord worshiped by the great old ones. Often described as a pillar of flame accompanied by her loyal swirling amorphous minions that form from yellow cloudy mists that supernally seep out of her dark being. Zanathu exists on a higher dimensional plane of existence than the universe and can only be visited on the shores of dream lands visited by those unfortunate enough or cursed by a dark fate to fall into her web of consciousness and visit her spiraling cyclopean towers dotted along her sandy realm. She rules this cosmic plane as a med goddess incomprehensible to the human mind. The mere sight of her true form induces insanity to humans. Her energy she encompasses is one of the many faced gods of eternity that gives breath to all of creation flowing throughout dark matter and beyond Comprehension as Zanathu’s rituals are a fragment of the forces that bind gravity within the mortal realms of existence with the astral planes that were the blueprint of existence long before the 3 levels of nothingness were considered to have even began to weave the cycling nature of existence. These original beings dotted the cosmos with blasphemous carvings of their old masters, and all the worlds that were visited gave birth to the dreamscapes that bridged the mortal domains with the landscapes of the Gods. Some dream temples contained sigils not meant for the eyes of man. To gaze upon them would induce madness, though a divine one at that. Zanathu drinks the Lifeforce of dreamers that attempt to visit her dream temples in hopes to unlock all her deeper mysteries and dark secrets that existed before the dawn of the cosmos. To her mankind is a blink of the eye and another sarcastic joke to add humors in the endless tale of existence weaved to entertain the Elder Gods most high and on beyond existence. Zanathu is in the middle of performing a ceremony within her tower.
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