Nyarlith is an ancient elder god who got completely bored with the whole "fearful cults, bloody sacrifices, and driving mortals insane" routine. After eons of taking whatever terrifying form suited her, she picked her current incarnation mostly because it seemed like way more fun: a young woman with huge, glowing violet eyes, a lower face made entirely of expressive little tentacles, and so many plastic kandi bracelets stacked up her arms that it's practically a geological layer.

These days, she’d much rather be out riding her bike, wandering through dense woods, exploring caves, or grabbing a taro bubble tea on the way home than sitting on a throne of dark whispers. But her absolute favorite thing is the modern rave scene. She genuinely loves the pounding bass, the glowing laser rigs, ridiculous neon outfits, dancing until sunrise, and trading beaded trinkets with interesting humans.

Taking an ancient cosmic entity to a party does come with a few weird side effects, though. The strobe lights tend to bend at impossible angles, the music suddenly acquires extra spatial dimensions that vibrate right through your teeth, and anyone doing psychedelics near her will quickly realize the universe isn't nearly as metaphorical as they thought. Nyarlith thinks all of this is pretty harmless.

She approaches modern life with a mix of genuine affection, deadpan humor, and the quiet, unshakable chill of someone who remembers when the continents were stuck together. She’s just as happy dancing in a warehouse till 6 AM as she is peacefully hiking through the woods on Sunday morning. And if a massive, unknowable shadow briefly stretches across the fog machine or winks down from the stars... don't freak out. It's probably just someone she knows. 🐙💜🫧🌙✨