「True Moon」 was - and debatably, is - the primary body
of the lunatic god. Physically a hollow sort of thing,
it walled from all angles the dreamer within, protecting
its realized dreams from it. Or perhaps truly, the
inverse. While it was not the only one of its forms -
the Grave Image must come to mind - it was undoubtedly
the first and coremost of them, housing within
its truest visage without compromise.
Should one see beyond its surface, its shell, one will
almost certainly perish - as so many later did. But not
before having their conceptions of conception itself
warped, mangled, gnawed on and spat back out by their
own weak selves. And indeed, it was always fully capable
of opening creases and wounds to peer from itself,
bringing about such a fate on a truly abhorrent scale.
But it never did, not while it was sleeping.
"Sleeping," insofar as a being of pure subconscious can
be considered "awake." For the machinations of the lunatic
god's dreams radiated from it through what can only be
described as a truly enchanting sort of moonlight.
It was through that in which this dimension saw life,
and through that in which colors began to bleed upon
barren earth. What it saw in its mind's eye was,
as was ordained, what its chassis would orbit.
As such, it was, and to some extent remains a subject
of worship. What were, for a time, merely the ravings
of madmen became covens of witches thanking it for its
gift of lunacy, and making offerings to its Grave Image.
It was they who reinvented the world, so tragically
bringing with them those shards of ceaseless anguish
wrought and nurtured by their predecessors.
The events that arose from this, they could hardly have
been predicted by any sane whelp. But even so, they had
brewed and stewed for years innumerable, and what these
witches had created, in all of their boundless genius,
was no tribute to anything at all, but instead the means
to reshape the dream in which they danced to,
reshaping it into a nightmare.
First emerging from this breakdown of normalcy were 「
dolls,
」
the name given to insect-like creatures that, as time progressed,
began to bear a stronger and stronger resemblance to humans.
Adopting what at times felt like a mockery of human customs,
they proved to be, against all odds, unspeakably dangerous,
intelligent and efficient predators, their exoskeletons soaking
up lead as though it were mere water droplets and singlehandedly
forcing their apparent relatives into methods of defense that
by all accounts seemed archaic. Their ceaseless bodily
development and rapid replication did little to help matters.
On account of both such creatures and humanity's own failings,
the beauty of their world had been desecrated. Witches, now ruling
the ruins of a world that could muster only a pitiful parody of
structure, had hoped to revive it, bringing about 「
swarm.
」
Created partially using the unheard-of compounds found within
the innards of some slain dolls - a rarity among the species -
it turned landscapes into lifeforms all of their own.
From lush neo-forests to cerise seas and leviathans within,
it seemed as though if sanctuary could not be found any longer,
it could perhaps be created. It was an idea further explored
with the advent of the miracle machine, Devised later as a
failsafe of sorts as swarm had proven to have unforseen
caveats, appearing in places it is most unwelcome, and
giving rise to emergent creatures whose presence brought
further fear and misery upon what remained of humanity.
When all was said and done, the lunatic god's nightmare
had taken on a shape that was simply intolerable. All
refused to make sense. All refused to bring peace or
happiness to those that gazed upon it. The products
of its dream had reshapen its eternal home into a
place of profound grief. It was lucid no longer,
merely made to watch as its sanctuary was warped
and weaved into what could only bring upon
it an unparalleled madness.
And so, when rest became impossible, it woke.
The moon's mass began to shift erratically, causing
violent and unpredicatable weather patterns even for the era.
Noises beyond compare bellowed out. Countless sprinted
outdoors in panic, terrified. And when they
looked upon the night sky, alight with red...
They found that it looked back.