The Dream of Azatoth: The Silent Battlefield
It is not God.
It is not a will.
It s just the pressure to sleep.
The universe was not born from an explosion.
It was not born of thought.
It spilled from the "fluctuation" of an unawakened being.
that name.
Azathoth
It is said.
I can't see the center.
There is no form.
But everything is distorted from there.
The earth is not flat.
The sky is not above.
Gravity has no direction.
This world is like a battlefield.
But the war has not happened.
Players fall, explore and scramble.
But it's not for victory.
To delay awakening.
A black cat sits on the edge of a collapsed city.
On the border of the water surface stands a goat whose half body is a fish.
Both are small.
But they both know.
This is not real.
This is the internal structure of the dream.
If the center trembles,
The terrain is folded,
The sky is closed,
Existence returns to the undefined.
So, fight.
So, explore.
So I won't break it.
This battlefield,
Not for destruction,
It exists for maintenance.




























































































