"Hysterically sentient, silently delusional, only the gods could tell. A sickly glowing shadow writhed in hands that were not hands, cast blindly by abyssal twilights of rotting creation...
Corpses of extinct nebulae and galaxies, with wounds that once were planets, funneled the stars in sepulchral winds towards the unfathomable vortex of Eternal Hunger.
Beyond the carcasses of worlds, unnatural tentacles swirled the innumerable amorphous monstrosities in a whirlwind of dreaming nightmares beyond the sidereal voids."