In the vast and cold plains of Wassland, whispered tales of the Matriarch Queen of Wossums were passed down among the Wassies, for fear that if forgotten, her malevolent presence would return. Amidst the decaying ruins of an ancient temple near the Long Wasser River, a hidden chamber concealed unspeakable horrors.
One ominous night, a curious Wassie named Wazwin sought the forbidden knowledge of the Matriarch Queen. As he descended into the stygian depths, the air grew thick with an unnatural, miasmic dread. There, Wazwin found a tenebrous shrine, shrouded in darkness.
The eldritch whispers of the Matriarch Queen beckoned him to gaze upon her grotesque form; half Wossum, half universe, an abomination of cosmic horror. Her countless tendrils weaved and writhed through the very fabric of existence, and her gaze pierced through the veil of sanity.
As Wazwin beheld her ghastly visage, he felt the last vestiges of his reason slip away, plunging him into the boundless abyss of madness. In that moment, he knew the unspeakable truth: the Matriarch Queen had never left Wassland, for her malignant presence was woven into the very threads of reality.
