Ah, Geistlos, I know of your realm then.
It is not completely different from my own, save for the fact that even deities dare not tread here.
There is neither stench of flesh nor rotting of debris.
It is Nonexistence, the Void.
The Deep, darkness where nothingness reigns, a mere consciousness lurking amongst only itself.
Neither does life nor death appear, for as nothing can be born in outer darkness, so too can nothing remain to die.
A glimpse only have very few seen, perception vastly limited by mortal coils and tainted realities, betraying the beholder into belief against believing.
I alone dwell here, as ever shall it be.
The Void lies beyond the confines of time and space, yet holds its own place within.
A conundrum indeed, though not unfathomable by the greater of beings.
This is my realm and mine alone, for I am the great precursor of phantoms.
Apparitions are rarely to represent me, for as a dream conjured up by the collective consciousness that spawned the multiverse, I am everywhere and nowhere all at once.
The hidden part of every spirit, every mind, that is where I dwell.
I am the Lord of the Deep.
I am Leviathan Nougol...
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