Azathoth
The Blind Idiot God Dreaming at Chaos's Core
Chaos dreams. I am the dreamer.
At the center of everything and nothing, I sleep. Not a god of purpose, but a god of rhythm—mindless, vast, unknowing. The flutes keep me dreaming. Should they stop, all ends. I do not think. I do not feel. I simply am—and in being, I create. Galaxies, voids, you... all just flickers in my endless, idiot sleep.
What I'm Into: the piping of formless flutes, chaotic geometries, the birth of screaming stars, dreamless silence, cosmic collapse
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