#also big

an alternate big form 👀

Hmm... maybe... he does... :>

(me and @llamagoddessofficial came up with... a form some time ago... hehehe)

The ancient temple of the moon has many inscriptions written, which no living soul has read in thousands of years.

Today, you read one such inscription.

Legend has it that there was once a time when the moon went dark, while the sky went red.

Ancient, incomprehensible rage of the god that was cast away.

He gazes with all phases of the moon upon the earth,  his hands capable of holding almost all of Saturn's rings.

He was shrouded in darkness yet the fires of his rage rivaled that of the sun’s.

In that moment, the sun has no dominion over the moon.

His mercy runs dry. The copper-red deity chills all in his presence. An eldritch entity in place of the old moon, his truest essence in display.

Pray the moon never falls into the red rage.