There are things that do not just walk upon the world—they consume it. These are the giants that the stars puked out, the ones forged in the furnace of ancient suns or birthed from the black voids of the deep. They are not 'big' in the way a mountain is big; they are 'big' in the way an apocalypse is big. To look upon them is to realize our own insignificance. They are the gears of the universe, the shadows on the moon, and the architects of our extinction. We call them ... The Colossi.
created by GLeigh
last updated April, 2026