Y'all, I Have A Request: Throw Me Some Music—preferably Music With No Words, Since That Makes It Stronger.

the tundren (race name subject to change).

there lives a race of creatures not quite in the syloverse.

they are akin to dreamwalkers, as they don't exist. however, they do not belong to naochtren.

they speak in tunes, singing their language not in words, but in emotions and images.

their race is a simple one. they travel the syloverse, telling stories they see and sharing emotions they feel.

they need not eat nor drink; they need only interaction with another.

they feed off of—and share—emotions. if they are alone for too long, they dissapear. they call this phenomenon "the empty"; when devoid of emotion, they fade away, crumble to dust, etcetera. although the method varies, the end result is the same. none of them know where they go after the empty.

as such, they are a very social people, requiring interaction and emotion not only to keep their race alive, but to tell the stories of the syloverse to future generations.

they are the timekeepers.

the only interaction they have outside of themselves is that of the hooded figure. due to his power, he can see, hear, and somewhat interact with them.

he listens to their stories, and occasionally tells them his own.

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

[ sylo ] maz, te a luokku foch ze?

[ ??? ] auv.

[ sylo ] sahu, sahu, a'kk te az. yivz, nach xu vexu zaxu.

aight, foreseeable future has passed.

doesn't matter how much I try, I can never not want to share my storyverse with people.

SO

hiatus over.

I'm back and stronger weaker than ever.

I'm a bit tired though so I'll see y'all tomorrow.

"There's been a breach." Adrian looks at Arianna.

Arianna looks on at Adrian. "What do you mean? This place is made to prevent breacher energy from coming in, this is the most secure spot in this story, and we're at the farthest possible point from civilization; how could your watch detect a breach here of all places?"

Adrian simply turns around and says "step outside."

The door closes, and Arianna is left with a puzzled look.

"Something happen?" I ask.

Arianna turns to look at me. "Maybe. I'll go outside real quick, see if Adrian is telling the truth or just fucking with me."

Arianna walks over to the door and turns the handle. But as soon as the door was cracked open, Arianna was flung back into the wall, with Andromeda following suit shortly after. Needless to say, Andromeda and Shaper were both awake now.

What… happened? Andromeda communicated, before her eyes widened. This… this power… Andromeda was having trouble moving her hands.

I took initiative and shut the door. Both Andromeda and Arianna seemed to lose the pressure that was put on them.

i may or may not be back temporarily because i may or may not have finished chapter 3 of my book and may or may not be taking a break for a while before continuing.

Me, phone off, stylus put away, no notebook or pencils in sight: "man, I can't wait to draw my characters for the stories I'm writing!"

Me, stylus in hand on ibis paint: "ah yes, what a horrific abomination I've created today."

Me, listening to music, Google docs closed: "man, I've got so many cool ideas for some books."

Me, Google doc open on the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard: "this shit has so many plot holes that just reading it is a tripping hazard."

workin' out the details for a type 3 NE species. may or may not share when finished.

YA KNOW WHAT

i'm gonna let him on.

spoiler alert: i am not syloboy. i simply use his name. but i'll let the real syloboy on in a while.

@the-arcade-doctor thanks for the motivation to make me choose this course of action.

feelin' kinda lonely...

if only I could have some curious anons show up in my ask box...