Winter Synth from the UK, told from the perspective of one the strangest folkloric monsters ever known; the gelun.

A slab of ice stands upright in the sand. Within it is a humanoid shape, curled up in a ball. The humanoid is nearly as transparent and smooth as the ice itself, but its eyes are open, and they are as blue and cold as a mountain glacier.

Geluns were humanoids once, before their blood was cursed and their forms changed to suit their new reliance on warmth and heat. Such is their curse—their bodies are heat sinks, so much so that should they ever venture into an environment coo cold, they would freeze immobile, entering a timeless stasis until the surrounding temperature rises enough to thaw them.

The name "cursed cold one" was given to these creatures by others; they call themselves geluns. A gelun is sufficient unto itself, requiring only warmth to remain conscious and active. This reliance on warmth means that geluns inhabit warm regions, and all known gelun conclaves are in warm desert lands. Bitter at their enforced and permanent exile to the waste, cursed cold ones are usually hostile to other creatures, especially those native to temperate environments.

Geluns live in conclaves out in the open sands where... shadows are scarce and the heat is the fiercest. Even then, many con claves must suffer through cold desert nights, where the temperature drops so much that all present risk freezing solid until the rising sun returns their mobility. Great bonfires at the center of each conclave usually forestall this event, but bonfires require good supplies of coke or wood, which means foraging, raiding, and some times trade.

As to the nature of the supposed curse that created their race, no living gelun can say for certain, though many stories (each widely different) circulate among gelun conclaves.

This self titled EP is the world's first Gelungeon Synth album.more

released November 17, 2019