Beautiful. Unwelcoming, yet still appealing. Haze covering the horizon, and its two suns lighting up the sky with whitish orange. It’s the surface of the planets that’s covered with an abundance of mud, water, and dense green grass. Scattered around the surface, there is a populace of splits that separate the land. Roars. Not from the boglings visible on the surface. Underneath the myriad of stone, mud, and remnants of a lost civilization, things stir.
Oggdo Bogdo. Rumbling in the deep, the gargantuan Oggdo, tall as a tower, covered with muscle, waits patiently for foreign prey to fall into its reaches. The smell of the miniature wetland’s dirty water plagues the air; the air conceives a foul taste. A jungle of rust amongst a metropolis of stone. Technology long lost remains rusting away within the depths of the sinkholes of the surface. The stone coarse to the touch, underneath the plethora of frowning fauna covering it. The frigid, dark-brown waters at the bottom of the pitfalls are the source of the foul stench. A red light highlights the details of the room.
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