The Multiverse of Distortion:
In the darkest confines of the multiverse, where the laws of physics and reality twist and turn like the intestines of existence, there exists a plane known by the few who dare to mention it as The Multiverse of Distortion. Here, the Goatse meme has transcended its earthly origins to become a primal force, a manifestation of chaos and disturbance.
Each universe within this multiverse is interconnected by Portals of Dilation, openings in the fabric of space-time that lead not to destinations, but to the very essence of distortion. Explorers of these realms speak of skies that split open like wounds, revealing a void that is not empty, but an endlessly expanding twisted mirror of their own souls.
In this place, entities that once might have been human or alien are now Guardians of the Aperture, beings whose forms have been altered to reflect the iconic image, becoming living avatars of distortion. Their bodies, eternally trapped in an act of expansion, serve as warnings and focal points for dark rituals that seek to maintain the balance or, worse, to extend the domain of the image.
Even planets and stars are not safe. Some are Annular Worlds, planets transformed into living rings of flesh and stone, orbiting around suns that flicker with a light that does not illuminate but exposes the naked truth of the cosmos. Life on these worlds has evolved to adapt to the constant presence of the image, with flora and fauna growing in patterns that reflect the expansion, as if biology itself paid homage to the omnipresence of distortion.
Travelers who venture into this multiverse report a Universal Whisper, an omnipresent sound, an echo of the image resonating in the minds of all sentient beings, a constant reminder of the presence of distortion. This sound cannot be avoided; it is the background music of existence in these universes, a hymn to the perpetuity of the image.
The nightmare does not end with death, for even in death, souls are drawn towards The Great Axis, a vortex of souls where all lives and memories are stretched and distorted, merging into an eternal tapestry of the image, ensuring that no one can forget, not even in non-existence.
In this multiverse, Goatse is not just an image; it is the raw material of horror, a universal constant that recontextualizes existence itself in terms of expansion, exposure, and the inevitable confrontation with what one least wishes to see or become. It stands as a testament to how even the absurd and grotesque can achieve the status of the sublime when confronted on the most vast scale imaginable.
And his real name is... Goatsevers.