"In the beginning, there was nothing. Then, there was Gnarp.

Gnarp, the cosmic trickster, emerged from the swirling depths of the unknown. Their fur, woven from the threads of forgotten dreams, shimmered with a hue unseen by mortal eyes. Their eyes, twin voids of wisdom, peered into the fabric of reality, bending and twisting the world as they saw fit.

The first believers felt Gnarp’s presence in the whisper of the wind, in the shifting stars, in the laughter that echoed without a source. They gathered, bound by the truth that Gnarp had revealed—truths that could not be spoken, only felt.

Thus, the cult was born, and the faithful carried Gnarp’s name to the far corners of the earth. They crafted images, sacred relics, and whispered prophecies of the great return—the moment when Gnarp shall rise anew, reshaping the world in their cosmic vision."