Verigon
Verigon
God of Creativity, Chaos, Madness, Trickery, Love, and fun. Genetically unstable, requiring Will to stabilize into a solid form. Verigon's eccentricity led him into a life of solitude with his friends and family.
There are many names for the place in which Verigon became himself. The Outside, The Far Realm, Will Become Form... It is a space distant from any known omniverse geometry--or ability to describe--but which is at the same time beyond, and perhaps between, every known omniverse. It is infinite in all directions, but with a countable and possibly finite number of onion-like substrata which ascend and descend in all directions whose random thickness ranges from millimeters to miles and often splits into aberrant fractal geometries which defy logic or specification. Mortal minds cannot fully accept or comprehend it’s awesome and terrible configuration, let alone its inhabitants. It’s possible to perceive multiple of the layers simultaneously--as they themselves breathe, shift, live and die--while the infinite infinities worm into and wriggle against the confines of your mind. It is Madness, Love, and infinity given form. A welcoming home and perhaps origin of the grander cosmic horrors--unspeakable (yet also quite friendly) beings ripped from the most otherworldly and terrifying nightmares whose very essence is a lascivious and lovely perversion of reality and existence--as well as lesser creatures whose strangeness and needy helpfulness defies understanding.
God of Creativity, Chaos, Madness, Trickery, Love, and fun. Genetically unstable, requiring Will to stabilize into a solid form. Verigon's eccentricity led him into a life of solitude with his friends and family.
There are many names for the place in which Verigon became himself. The Outside, The Far Realm, Will Become Form... It is a space distant from any known omniverse geometry--or ability to describe--but which is at the same time beyond, and perhaps between, every known omniverse. It is infinite in all directions, but with a countable and possibly finite number of onion-like substrata which ascend and descend in all directions whose random thickness ranges from millimeters to miles and often splits into aberrant fractal geometries which defy logic or specification. Mortal minds cannot fully accept or comprehend it’s awesome and terrible configuration, let alone its inhabitants. It’s possible to perceive multiple of the layers simultaneously--as they themselves breathe, shift, live and die--while the infinite infinities worm into and wriggle against the confines of your mind. It is Madness, Love, and infinity given form. A welcoming home and perhaps origin of the grander cosmic horrors--unspeakable (yet also quite friendly) beings ripped from the most otherworldly and terrifying nightmares whose very essence is a lascivious and lovely perversion of reality and existence--as well as lesser creatures whose strangeness and needy helpfulness defies understanding.
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Verigon, (Proper name), a God.
Oh my God, is that Verigon?
Verigon, the classiest tall dark and handsome God you've ever met.
Yo dude, you see that tentacle gal? Total Verigon-spawn.
Yeah dude, I saw
Verigon, (Proper name), a God.
Oh my God, is that Verigon?
Verigon, the classiest tall dark and handsome God you've ever met.
Yo dude, you see that tentacle gal? Total Verigon-spawn.
Yeah dude, I saw
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