THE COLOSSUS // 10000 x 10000 pixels at 600 dpi // Digital Drawing made in Procreate

Worship & Spirituality is a connecting trait among most humanoids in our Universe. This also extends to the Chromasphere. Our giants and deities mostly live in stories both written and spoken, but here they still walk among mortals. Every planet and plane has a different custom and culture, no one is more right than the other. I've met many celestial and beasts along my adventuring life but "The Colossus" was a peculiar entity. On a lush green planet far from the reaches of agents of chaos lived a simple people. They were tucked away deep within a rich jungle evolving and experiencing. One morning, a fellow was wandering deep into untouched territory using the safety of the winding river as a path. Days had passed but survival was in their instincts so foraging along the water was a trusted task. They kept going and going until the water opened to a great lake. Within the lake rest a giant bigger than anything they had ever seen. It was dormant and bathing under the trickling waterfalls. Though it was massive, there was a lightness to the air.

So the being watched and pondered and eventually went home to the rest of the tribe. Upon hearing the great news of the discovery the sorcerers amongst the folk decided to trek out to the Colossus. They set up alters, built a temple, hand carved sculptures, tended to the surrounding land and basked in the wondrous colors of the forest. While all this happened, months had passed and the giant simple remained in its position with its eyes closed and hands stretched out awaiting something. Breathing could be felt under feet and air would circulate through the sky. It was very much alive but nobody understood it's purpose. "Might it have been a great defender of these planes? How can we be so certain it's not a threat?" The Sorcerers gathered their books and tomes and read to the Colossus. Some would pray before the Goliath and others would talk to it as if it were a grandparent. Kids would run around and climb upon the great winding stone-like flesh of it. Although it didn't seem to "do" anything the people found their new home and were full of purpose.

It's almost as upon discovering it, everyone could now dream. They didn't just want to survive anymore, they wanted to explore. They wanted to understand. The biggest mystery these peaceful people had ever come upon was many stories tall looming over them and breathing in a deep slumber. So with a sense of enlightened newness the people evolved. They danced, sung, painted, built, and so much more. Their newfound energies created a certain aura in the air. One that the giant could sense. The Colossus began to weep. It's eyes opened and water poured forth, vines began to grow, atoms began to move. Within its hands came a light. Not just any light but that of the sun. This dormant angel had begun siphoning it's own force into a brand new sun. A star for this very world. The holiest of powers, light itself was right at the fingertips of this civilization. The people rejoiced and continued their isolated path of righteousness. The Colossus and It's Children lived in unison with the cosmic source of everything.

TALES FROM THE SCRIBBLE WARLOCK