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In the forgotten corners of the cosmos, where the fabric of reality strains under the weight of an eternal twilight, dwells Eris, the deity of darkness. Not born, but awoken from the primordial abyss, Eris stands as an enigma even amongst her fellow deities. Her eyes, not merely twin novas, but echoes of a universe before the first star dared flicker. Her robes flow like captured shadows, shimmering not with woven patterns, but with constellations unseen by mortal eyes—a map of the paths untraveled.

Surrounding Eris are not mere acolytes, but the Nightborn: grotesque and beautiful figures twisted into reflections of their mistress. They are vessels for whispers that can shatter minds or weave forbidden truths, their forms a living testament that darkness does not equal absence, but a teeming presence of its own. The rituals they enact aren’t fueled by mere candles, but orbs of stolen starlight, bound and dimmed to a pulsating heart of barely-contained energy.

Eris is the unspoken counterpoint to Althea, yet where Althea is warmth and a guiding hand, Eris is the icy breath on the back of one’s neck, the unseen predator sharpening claws in the night. Hers is the domain of unspoken truths and strength forged through trial. Those who seek her do not come seeking comfort, but a power born of enduring the shadows, of shaping what lurks within the darkness of their own souls.

Her dominion is not a single realm, but an infinite labyrinth of spaces between the stars, of forgotten temples where the laws of creation bend and break. Those she favors, or perhaps merely finds compelling, are drawn in. Here, amidst landscapes of impossible architecture and echoes of civilizations that never were, Eris tests her chosen. Not through combat, but trials of the spirit. Only the truly cunning, those willing to embrace the terrifying as well as the beautiful within the dark, emerge changed. Perhaps broken. Perhaps touched with a power whispered from the very beginning of existence.

The tale of Eris is never written, merely inscribed on the souls of those she transforms. It is a saga of whispers on the wind and the slow, chilling realization that true power, like true dark, is never what it first appears. Hers is a world not for the faint of heart, but for those who stare into the abyss, and dare the abyss to stare back.

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Description

In the forgotten corners of the cosmos, where the fabric of reality strains under the weight of an eternal twilight, dwells Eris, the deity of darkness. Not born, but awoken from the primordial abyss, Eris stands as an enigma even amongst her fellow deities. Her eyes, not merely twin novas, but echoes of a universe before the first star dared flicker. Her robes flow like captured shadows, shimmering not with woven patterns, but with constellations unseen by mortal eyes—a map of the paths untraveled.

Surrounding Eris are not mere acolytes, but the Nightborn: grotesque and beautiful figures twisted into reflections of their mistress. They are vessels for whispers that can shatter minds or weave forbidden truths, their forms a living testament that darkness does not equal absence, but a teeming presence of its own. The rituals they enact aren’t fueled by mere candles, but orbs of stolen starlight, bound and dimmed to a pulsating heart of barely-contained energy.

Eris is the unspoken counterpoint to Althea, yet where Althea is warmth and a guiding hand, Eris is the icy breath on the back of one’s neck, the unseen predator sharpening claws in the night. Hers is the domain of unspoken truths and strength forged through trial. Those who seek her do not come seeking comfort, but a power born of enduring the shadows, of shaping what lurks within the darkness of their own souls.

Her dominion is not a single realm, but an infinite labyrinth of spaces between the stars, of forgotten temples where the laws of creation bend and break. Those she favors, or perhaps merely finds compelling, are drawn in. Here, amidst landscapes of impossible architecture and echoes of civilizations that never were, Eris tests her chosen. Not through combat, but trials of the spirit. Only the truly cunning, those willing to embrace the terrifying as well as the beautiful within the dark, emerge changed. Perhaps broken. Perhaps touched with a power whispered from the very beginning of existence.

The tale of Eris is never written, merely inscribed on the souls of those she transforms. It is a saga of whispers on the wind and the slow, chilling realization that true power, like true dark, is never what it first appears. Hers is a world not for the faint of heart, but for those who stare into the abyss, and dare the abyss to stare back.

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Hope you like this story and picture of Eris.
If you purchase this product you will get a larger version without the watermark.

Thanks for reading the story and for looking at my pictures, please consider to leave a comment of what you think of the picture or story.

maCs AI Design / Mats