Bestiary
Snoozers
The Chronicle of the Snoozers
Long before mortals learned the cruelty of alarms and the tyranny of deadlines, the world knew balance — night was for dreams, day for life. But then came the Great Drowsing, when the weight of countless unspent naps and abandoned slumbers condensed into a single yawn that shook the heavens. From that abyss of fatigue arose the first Snoozer — Mr. Snooze, patron of eternal rest, eyes half-closed yet heavy with command.
"Mortals," he murmured with a voice like a lullaby echoing through caves, "you rush, you toil, you grind… but sleep always finds you. We are sleep made flesh. We are the kingdom of Snoozers."
From his dreamstuff he conjured companions, each embodying a face of slumber:
Long before mortals learned the cruelty of alarms and the tyranny of deadlines, the world knew balance — night was for dreams, day for life. But then came the Great Drowsing, when the weight of countless unspent naps and abandoned slumbers condensed into a single yawn that shook the heavens. From that abyss of fatigue arose the first Snoozer — Mr. Snooze, patron of eternal rest, eyes half-closed yet heavy with command.
"Mortals," he murmured with a voice like a lullaby echoing through caves, "you rush, you toil, you grind… but sleep always finds you. We are sleep made flesh. We are the kingdom of Snoozers."
From his dreamstuff he conjured companions, each embodying a face of slumber:
Long before mortals learned the cruelty of alarms and the tyranny of deadlines, the world knew balance — night was for dreams, day for life. But then came the Great Drowsing, when the weight of countless unspent naps and abandoned slumbers condensed into a single yawn that shook the heavens. From that abyss of fatigue arose the first Snoozer — Mr. Snooze, patron of eternal rest, eyes half-closed yet heavy with command.
"Mortals," he murmured with a voice like a lullaby echoing through caves, "you rush, you toil, you grind… but sleep always finds you. We are sleep made flesh. We are the kingdom of Snoozers."
From his dreamstuff he conjured companions, each embodying a face of slumber:
The Chronicle of Saccharide Dominion
Together they formed the Somnolent Court, a realm hidden in neon skies and velvet clouds, where time stretches, bends, and dissolves into yawns. Mortals once welcomed them — after all, what harm could there be in a nap, a rest, a moment on the couch? But Snoozers never give what they take back. Each pause became paralysis, each rest became retreat, each night bled into endless twilight.
And so the lesson spread: the Snoozers are not simple dream-spirits but wardens of lethargy. They do not conquer with claws or fire, but with the sweetest weapon of all — the promise of rest. In their dominion, no battle is fought with swords, only with heavy eyelids.
For in the world of the Snoozers, no one wakes up.
Together they formed the Somnolent Court, a realm hidden in neon skies and velvet clouds, where time stretches, bends, and dissolves into yawns. Mortals once welcomed them — after all, what harm could there be in a nap, a rest, a moment on the couch? But Snoozers never give what they take back. Each pause became paralysis, each rest became retreat, each night bled into endless twilight.
And so the lesson spread: the Snoozers are not simple dream-spirits but wardens of lethargy. They do not conquer with claws or fire, but with the sweetest weapon of all — the promise of rest. In their dominion, no battle is fought with swords, only with heavy eyelids.
For in the world of the Snoozers, no one wakes up.
Together they formed the Somnolent Court, a realm hidden in neon skies and velvet clouds, where time stretches, bends, and dissolves into yawns. Mortals once welcomed them — after all, what harm could there be in a nap, a rest, a moment on the couch? But Snoozers never give what they take back. Each pause became paralysis, each rest became retreat, each night bled into endless twilight.
And so the lesson spread: the Snoozers are not simple dream-spirits but wardens of lethargy. They do not conquer with claws or fire, but with the sweetest weapon of all — the promise of rest. In their dominion, no battle is fought with swords, only with heavy eyelids.
For in the world of the Snoozers, no one wakes up.
Mr Snooze
The founder of the Somnolent Court, forever half-awake, half-dreaming. His mere presence slows heartbeats and weighs down eyelids. He doesn’t command — he drifts, and the world drifts with him.
Sleep is not a choice. It is the law.
Mr Snooze
The founder of the Somnolent Court, forever half-awake, half-dreaming. His mere presence slows heartbeats and weighs down eyelids. He doesn’t command — he drifts, and the world drifts with him.
Sleep is not a choice. It is the law.
Mr Snooze
The founder of the Somnolent Court, forever half-awake, half-dreaming. His mere presence slows heartbeats and weighs down eyelids. He doesn’t command — he drifts, and the world drifts with him.
Sleep is not a choice. It is the law.
Coffee Drone
A parody of productivity, clutching coffee cups and glowing screens. He walks the fine line between caffeine jitters and bone-deep exhaustion, yet never truly wakes.
Just… one more cup. Then I’ll start living.
Coffee Drone
A parody of productivity, clutching coffee cups and glowing screens. He walks the fine line between caffeine jitters and bone-deep exhaustion, yet never truly wakes.
Just… one more cup. Then I’ll start living.
Coffee Drone
A parody of productivity, clutching coffee cups and glowing screens. He walks the fine line between caffeine jitters and bone-deep exhaustion, yet never truly wakes.
Just… one more cup. Then I’ll start living.
Couch Titan
A hulking figure of cushions and laziness. Once you fall into his domain, hours dissolve, swallowed by the abyss of comfort.
Sit down. You’ll never get up.
Couch Titan
A hulking figure of cushions and laziness. Once you fall into his domain, hours dissolve, swallowed by the abyss of comfort.
Sit down. You’ll never get up.
Couch Titan
A hulking figure of cushions and laziness. Once you fall into his domain, hours dissolve, swallowed by the abyss of comfort.
Sit down. You’ll never get up.
Dream Balloon
Drifting in crystal orbs of fragile rest, this Snoozer embodies the lightest, sweetest dreams — and the danger of never waking from them.
Float away… higher… lighter… gone
Dream Balloon
Drifting in crystal orbs of fragile rest, this Snoozer embodies the lightest, sweetest dreams — and the danger of never waking from them.
Float away… higher… lighter… gone
Dream Balloon
Drifting in crystal orbs of fragile rest, this Snoozer embodies the lightest, sweetest dreams — and the danger of never waking from them.
Float away… higher… lighter… gone
Blanket Hydra
A monster of many quilts and pillows, each head a lure of warmth. Once wrapped in its embrace, mortals suffocate under infinite comfort.
One more layer… and another… and another.
Blanket Hydra
A monster of many quilts and pillows, each head a lure of warmth. Once wrapped in its embrace, mortals suffocate under infinite comfort.
One more layer… and another… and another.
Blanket Hydra
A monster of many quilts and pillows, each head a lure of warmth. Once wrapped in its embrace, mortals suffocate under infinite comfort.
One more layer… and another… and another.
Dreamcatcher Widow
A spider of slumber, weaving hammocks of silken threads. Her webs cradle mortals not in safety, but in dreams they cannot escape.
Struggle all you want — I’ll catch your last thought.
Dreamcatcher Widow
A spider of slumber, weaving hammocks of silken threads. Her webs cradle mortals not in safety, but in dreams they cannot escape.
Struggle all you want — I’ll catch your last thought.
Dreamcatcher Widow
A spider of slumber, weaving hammocks of silken threads. Her webs cradle mortals not in safety, but in dreams they cannot escape.
Struggle all you want — I’ll catch your last thought.
Nap the Sleeper
The trickster general of sudden naps. He strikes without warning — on desks, in carriages, between sentences. His victories are short but absolute.
Close your eyes. Just five minutes…
Nap the Sleeper
The trickster general of sudden naps. He strikes without warning — on desks, in carriages, between sentences. His victories are short but absolute.
Close your eyes. Just five minutes…
Nap the Sleeper
The trickster general of sudden naps. He strikes without warning — on desks, in carriages, between sentences. His victories are short but absolute.
Close your eyes. Just five minutes…
Pumpkin Napper
With his heavy pumpkin head, he embodies seasonal slumber. Wherever he sits, drowsiness spreads like twilight over a harvest field.
Wake me when it’s… never.
Pumpkin Napper
With his heavy pumpkin head, he embodies seasonal slumber. Wherever he sits, drowsiness spreads like twilight over a harvest field.
Wake me when it’s… never.
Pumpkin Napper
With his heavy pumpkin head, he embodies seasonal slumber. Wherever he sits, drowsiness spreads like twilight over a harvest field.
Wake me when it’s… never.
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Glazeborns
Long ago, when the world was still plain and dull — when humans survived on bread, water, and faint hope — a great accident changed everything. A drop of molten sugar met a cauldron of boiling oil, and from the furious hiss arose Lord Glaze , the first and greatest of the Glazeborns…
Sugar! Sweet! Carbs! Gimme ALL of it!
Glazeborns
Long ago, when the world was still plain and dull — when humans survived on bread, water, and faint hope — a great accident changed everything. A drop of molten sugar met a cauldron of boiling oil, and from the furious hiss arose Lord Glaze , the first and greatest of the Glazeborns…
Sugar! Sweet! Carbs! Gimme ALL of it!
Glazeborns
Long ago, when the world was still plain and dull — when humans survived on bread, water, and faint hope — a great accident changed everything. A drop of molten sugar met a cauldron of boiling oil, and from the furious hiss arose Lord Glaze , the first and greatest of the Glazeborns…
Sugar! Sweet! Carbs! Gimme ALL of it!
Time Leeches
Long before humans measured hours with clocks or tracked days with glowing screens, time was fluid, soft, and generous. Mortals used it to build, to dream, to love. But when the first hourglass cracked, the spilled moments did not fade…
Scroll forever, mortal — there’s always one more post.
Time Leeches
Long before humans measured hours with clocks or tracked days with glowing screens, time was fluid, soft, and generous. Mortals used it to build, to dream, to love. But when the first hourglass cracked, the spilled moments did not fade…
Scroll forever, mortal — there’s always one more post.
Time Leeches
Long before humans measured hours with clocks or tracked days with glowing screens, time was fluid, soft, and generous. Mortals used it to build, to dream, to love. But when the first hourglass cracked, the spilled moments did not fade…
Scroll forever, mortal — there’s always one more post.