Galacrita

In the murk of space where light dares not linger, the myth of Galacrita, the Astral Deceiver, spreads fear into entire civilizations. They speak of a moon, not of rock and ice, but of flesh and hunger. A celestial orphan cast adrift by a universe that refused to claim it as its own. The legends whisper of a deity, not born of the divine ether but from a curse so profound that it resonated through the silent expanses of the cosmos, warping a once benign satellite into a monstrosity.

The tales are told in hushed awe, of a moon that hungered. Spelljammer sailors recount fables of fellow travelers lured by the mirage of a hospitable world, only to be ensnared in the gravitational embrace of the Deceiver. Their ships, their lives, their very essence, all are said to have been devoured, drawn inexorably into the countless maws of the beast.

Little more is known of the mimic moon...