You Created A Shadowy Abomination Forged In The Depths Of Night.

You created a shadowy abomination forged in the depths of night.

It created wars, heartache and pain.

Beneath this fearsome exterior lies an unexpected longing—an ache for peace,

as if this existence has been cursed by the very chaos it was born into.

To roam the endless depths, never resting, never finding solace.

It seeks the one thing it can never find: stillness.

Its heart is a void, a perpetual longing that can never be filled, yet it continues its journey with grace, hoping that someday, perhaps, it will encounter a place where it can lay down its burdens and find the peace it so desperately craves.

In the emptiness of the abyss, the Calmatus remains—forever searching, forever yearning.

Its existence is a testament to the struggle for inner peace I like to think.