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I've forgotten how long I've wandered these lands. has it been days? weeks? no, it's been longer. has it been years? decades? no, even longer. centuries? millennium? no... somehow it feels longer still.

I've met many a person along my travels to nowhere. consoling them almost feels like my job in this place. I keep everyone going towards a better tomorrow. if the citizens disappear, what good is the king?

these beings I see that no one else can, they speak to me. not with words, but with melodies. emotions. colors and shapes the likes of which you can't explain; only experience.

they sing the stories of this place to me — the only one that can hear them. the share their emotions and dreams with me — the only one that can feel them. they give the knowledge of their people to me — the only one that can see them.

after all, a hooded figure like me is naught but a collector.

and what I collect doesn't exist.

as the shards fall to the floor, my vision begins to blur. blood drips down from where my head hit the mirror, coating my face whilst i stare blankly into the empty frame.

my shadow is gone once more, fleeing i know not where... and yet it's a place all too familiar to me.

who am i?

don't pay attention to the shadows on the walls.

their whispers are only distractions.

their promises are only as real as you let them be.

they only have power over you if you acknowledge them.

don't be afraid. don't feed into their existence.

don't pay attention to the shadows on the walls.

"how many drops are here in this pool surrounding me?"

"...too many to count."

"that's alright. it still tastes all the same to me."

"may i drink?"

"only if you're willing to drown with me in my hate."

"aye, i can do that. as long as it's you."

"then come, drink. for the bottom of this pool has no bottom, and my hate may run forever."

"then why, pray tell, would you cease your life to stop such a beautiful drink?"

"stay and drink my endless hate... i'll tell you while you sate your thirst."

"aye, i can do that. as long as it's you."

this is a public service announcement:

LET IT BE KNOWN TO EVERYONE EVER

if you ask me for money, i will not give it to you on account of not having any myself.

end broadcast.

WE ONTO THE DREAMWALKER ERA BAYBEE (when i figure out that the fuck to do with it first)

continuing chase's arc from where I left off and I finally get to write interactions between characters I thought I'd never do.

I open my eyes and sit up. I'm in a dark, open place. the floor is covered in a thin layer of what feels like water. there's a faint glow of light in the distance. in it, a silhouette.

finally finished writing basic story/backstory of ara (from one of the SS clubs) sans a few details and stuff.

a- another one???

okay uh, just finished writing down a quick synopsis of the wistful dreaming/chase manipulation arc

and detour finally has a potential chance to escape naochtren and give syloboy a piece of his mind after chase tried to kill his own dad.

okay yeah i'm going insane i'm mcfucking losing it somebody send help.

still workin' out some kinks in the timeline so far.

it's going.

ugh, too much lore...

ooh, so much stuff I can share about my storyverse...