Grim, starry tapestry of the cosmos, there exists a creature most grotesque and abominable, a being known only as Novoikor, Dewi Jagad Awan, a malignant outer god of unfathomable dread. Its form is a grotesque fusion of the terrestrial and the alien, a manifestation of primal dread itself, a frightful chimera that betrays all semblance of earthly norms.
Resembling naught but a nightmarish amalgamation, Novoikor bears the visage of a goat from the deepest recesses of one's most twisted imaginings. Its ashen, mottled flesh is a sprawling canvas of pustules and fissures, exuding an otherworldly miasma that corrupts all it touches. Upon its grotesque, sinewy frame, it bears tentacles, not unlike the tendrils of a monstrous kraken, each ending in barbed appendages that could pierce the very heavens themselves.
Its teeth, cruel and sharp as the spears of vengeful gods, jut forth from a gaping maw that seems to devour the very essence of existence. An unholy chorus of guttural moans and inhuman wails escapes this abhorrent orifice, echoing through the cosmic void as a chilling dirge for all creation. Hundreds of bulging, bloodshot eyes are strewn across its head, each an oculus into a realm of madness, gazing upon the stars with insatiable hunger.
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Wings, vast and tenebrous, stretch forth from Novoikor's grotesque form, shrouded in the veil of obsidian nightmares. They unfurl with a grace that belies their monstrosity, casting a sprawling shadow upon the celestial tapestry. The feathers of these wings are etched with arcane sigils and blasphemous runes, hinting at a profane and ancient power that defies comprehension.
In the unfathomable expanse of the Clouded Overworld, a realm beyond the reckoning of mortal minds, Novoikor reigns as a lord of immeasurable malevolence. Here, amidst the writhing nebulae and eldritch phenomena, it presides over an infernal court of cosmic horrors and aberrant deities, an unholy congregation bound by a fell pact woven from the tendrils of madness itself.
In the unholy abode of Novoikor, dread unfolds like a nightmarish play, with each celestial body a character in the theater of torment. Stars are snuffed out like candles, their radiant souls devoured by the outer god's insatiable appetite. Planets are twisted into grotesque abominations, their inhabitants subjected to terror beyond mortal comprehension.
In this unhallowed dominion, Novoikor, the Goat of a Thousand Eyes, extends its insidious influence, casting a shadow of existential terror over the entirety of creation.
Beyond the ken of man, a saga of madness and despair woven into the very fabric of the universe, where the very stars themselves weep in dread of the Lord in the Clouded Overworld.