Yabanverse project [Revamp] (2024)

I mention sometimes that Yulaan is a follower of the Ido Yarboggesh and the Self-King Philosophical Tradition and Satvyan astral mythology.

"Sol Loves Sol" is the joke. And she falls in love with the works of H.P. Lovecraft because he was basically writing of fleshy satvyas. If stars were biological.

Because Yarboggesh's musings have a very Lovecraftian style to them, and yet she's not talking about Shoggoths. She spoke of satvyas. Gods. Stars. Satvya = star and god in the Yeren language.

We want to imagine what Lovecraftian horrors would look like. Yet we experience such a thing daily. It's called the Sun.

The Sun is a giant, godlike orb of plasma just... existing there. It has no shadow. It creates something that it literally cannot experience, like a 0 creating a 1. All things on Earth were born from it. Earth is its own stillborn child. It is incomprehensibly old— older than Earth. It will live an incomprehensibly long time. Indeed, when it dies, it will consume its own children. But that will not come for billions of years— an epoch so far away that ten thousand more civilizations could walk this Earth and every single one would have long faded into the mantle of the planet before the Sun even began to die.

Except it would not actually die, but rather undergo a metamorphosis into a form that will live for trillions upon trillions more years

Though it is a perfect sphere, it possesses tendrils and tentacles, formless and emergent of its power, which lash space-time itself. Even the smallest of these plasma tentacles is larger than Earth.

Its light and form is so powerful that all life in the its system was born from it, whether from the rays themselves or it allowed to exist beyond its form.

Its visage is so powerful that humans cannot directly stare at it for longer than a second before their eyes begin to decay and burn, its form burned into them. And even when they don't stare at it, merely standing in its power will cause their bodies to break down and destroy themselves.

Humans simply accept its existence and do everything they can to avoid gazing upon it at risk of permanent injury. Yet humans adore it. The natural human instinct is to see sunlight as holy, pleasant, warm, and almost motherly. Sunlight is good. Sunlight is natural. Humans possess a reverence for the Sun they literally cannot control, a reverence wrought by the Sun. Even rebellion against the Sun could not happen without the Sun.

And occasionally it screams, sometimes at Earth. And should it ever scream at a slightly louder pitch than normal, all of mankind's great modern abilities would instantly vanish.

Without the Sun, humans would perish. They exist solely in a quantum of ideal mercy which the Sun could, at any time, reverse through means humans still do not understand.

And yet for all its power and glory, the Sun is but the starspawn of another star that died— and the Sun itself is a deeply, profoundly insignificant speck in a vast, ever expanding universe filled with other entities of vastly greater power.

Some of which are also godlike orbs, except of such absurd and ultra-arcane power that they simultaneously exist as holes in understanding. Places where the wail of dying gods rips holes in existence itself and all understanding and logic break down so perfectly and completely as to cease all continuation with the universe, and these entities have horrible forms so dark that they consume all light— their strength so total that even the Eldritch gods themselves could not hope to fathom the darkness within. These dead gods of blackness so thick and absolute, simple contemplation of their form inspires madness.

That's the universe we live in. The difference between science and religion is tangible, repeatable evidence— but that does not preclude seeing the universe in the starlight of the bizarre. There's no reason mathematics and physics cannot also be occult runes detailing the horrors of the elder starspawn gods.

Mathematicians and astrophysicists are the wizards of the modern age, writing and speaking in an arcane runic language begotten of the cosmos to peer beyond the ether into the realm of these savage gods. Just a tiny shift in perspective, and the stars become gods and demons of unfathomable power— the Sun being the Lord of Earth, uncaring and ancient, a god of light far beyond the powers of man.

This is how Yarboggesh the Solar Lord saw it. Why does Yulaan prance about in vantablack worshipping black holes? Because she follows this tradition.

Also, "solar lord" is a bit of a misnomer since "solar" refers to our own star, Sol, but whatever.