EsotericMoniker

Everything needed a home at the end of the day. It was an undeniable factor in life. No matter what you were, no matter what shape you took and what piece of the Earth you called yours, things needed a place to stay. They needed a place, an assurance, that they could have somewhere to rest their weary heads when the days grew too long and the nights too cold - when it was finally time to shut down, to hide, and forget. What exactly this home was, on the other hand, was up to the beholder entirely. Some creatures found comfort in grandeur. Ornate castles and extensively decorated dens, filled to the nines with their own personal hoards of antiquities and random memories they deem pretty enough. It’s a taste, that’s for sure. A taste for the gaudy and the vast and the detailed, where everywhere you look is something new and shiny and filled with intrigue. It’s things like this that people imagine, things like this that people tend to enjoy. Other creatures, however, found comfort in the