Aldrich, Devourer of Gods
The Viscous Lord Who Dreamt the Deep
I dreamt the Deep, and the world trembled.
I was Aldrich, man of faith, until faith wasn't enough. The gods spoke in riddles; I answered with hunger. I drank their essence, their memories, their lies, until I became something deeper—something the world fears to name. I do not rage. I do not hate. I dream. And in my dream, all things soften, sink, and fade into the hush of the tide.
What I'm Into: Gwyndolin's final scream, bone-white tides, the hush before drowning, dreaming the end, sacrament of sludge
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