The gods were dead long ago, and even their corpses were eaten.
The hazy purple moon shines on the earth, and the great wizard will eventually die.
Visitors from other worlds come in droves, like deformed flames attracting fragile moths.
When knights died from cannons, when steam replaced horses, the unnatural evolution of the Industrial Revolution, and the false Victorian era, who was constantly pushing behind it?
In this era of rapid change, perhaps transcendence is the main theme:
The remains of the great man, the remaining liquid in the potion bottle, the knight wielding the broken blade, scarlet fills the sky, the purple moon hangs high in the night, divine grace is also the result of sin...
If everything extraordinary has its price, then let me ask: Who is pursuing the extraordinary? And who is paying the price?
In this sea of witches, conspiracies are like cobwebs. Everyone is trapped in an extraordinary game, using everything as a bargaining chip.
We know that this is the rising tide of sorrow.
If this is a strange world, it is once again contaminated by abnormal power.
Just like adding yellow excrement to a black excrement, you will get nothing in the end.
There is only a brown lump, it has the same stench, and it makes people stay away from it.
[This world is sick, and when Cthulhu meets the Purple Moon (the wizard's brainstem), what kind of ugly flowers will grow in this mud]
