Nhul

Nhûl the Primordial

Upon the black wind blow the cold embers of the hearts of dead suns. Dense corpse spheres of aeons dim stars adrift in the transcosmic emptiness.
The Sender of the Void, searcher, star-walker and exile. Seeking the solace of the womb of dreams comes the demiurge,
Here the veil is thin, somewhere there is a door to Nihility.
The Primordial opens his eyes.

_{An enjoyable photoshop sketch that developed into something I found I rather liked. I just felt this one lent itself to a similar inter-dimensional existence as my Lucent [link] and fits in with my general ideas in that direction.
As to the look of the thing, I have no idea where it came from. Such is the stuff of doodles.}