Well, Syloboy's Having A Tough Time Trying To Pick Something To Share Right Now, So I'm Just Gonna Use

feelin' kinda lonely...

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

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

just some person on the internet with big ambitions and bigger stories.

If you have any questions, comments, concerns, quips, quibbles, quotes, critiques, criticisms, and/or complements, feel free to speak your mind.

if you don't like my story ramblings, head over to @jumbleverse for whatever I post there.

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.

I lay back down, hoping the figure didn't notice me. I keep my eyes on it just in case.

"you are a threat to my plans." the silhouette shifts in place as I realize it knows I'm here. the voice is quiet and calm, almost like a whisper. if the silhouette wasn't there, I wouldn't know where it was coming from. it reverberated in my head. I could feel it in my body.

I stood up and looked at the silhouette, shouting "why am I here? who are you?"

the silhouette appeared in front of me, and I stumbled backwards in fear. "no need to shout. you'll be gone soon. as for where you are, you are in your mind. as for who I am…"

as the silhouette stood there, I saw two weird shapes open up in its head. it looked like a strange symbol at first, but… it wasn't anything like that. it was its eyes. it looked as if it had a pair of eyes overlapping each other. I tried to run. I tried to scramble backwards. I tried to move.

but I was frozen in place, unable to even twitch a finger. its eyes were mesmerizing in the most terrifying way. I was afraid, but I couldn't look away from that fear.

"my name is archo."

I didn't dare say anything.

"you are an inconsistency. you are an undesired variable in my equation for perfect chaos. you must be cut out. your presence is endangering my progress towards perfect chaos. I must make sure that you do not hinder my work."

the silhouette of archo seemed to lean towards me.

"I will have order."

I lay there staring at this thing for what seemed like forever. my hands started to get weak holding me up. my vision started to darken.

soon my vision went completely dark. I couldn't see it anymore, and I collapsed. but the liquid… it didn't feel like water anymore. it felt much more viscous and concentrated… it felt like blood.

I felt a chill down my spine. I leaned my head back to look behind me.

I saw another silhouette, twitching violently in a darker light.

I kept my eyes on it as I turned around to stand up, but as my head rotated to be the right way up, the other silhouette didn't seem to move. it was as if it was attached to my eyes, staying the same as when I first saw it — upside down and shaking.

as I stood up, my foot came down too hard and the liquid splashed. I stood stock still, hoping that the silhouette didn't hear me. but as I stood there, I saw the liquid float up in front of me. I looked down at my foot to see the strange liquid floating around it, as if all of the gravity around it had dissipated.

I looked up only to see the silhouette in front of me, trembling violently. I slip and fall backwards, sending more of the liquid into the air as it flies off into oblivion.

"you've seen it too? the unknowable? the unlivable?"

I look at this new silhouette. its voice is quiet, but it has a certain excitedness to it. the silhouette crouches down next to me as I look at it. it lowers it's hand into the liquid and lifts it back up. the liquid flies off into the air. but as the silhouette moves his hand back downwards, the liquid flies back to its hand, swirling around it at varying speeds.

"the vast chaos about the multiverse is so fun, don't you agree? the colors, the sounds, the feelings… but there's still an order to them."

the silhouette starts to vibrate and tremble even more.

"but I wish for a place where constants don't exist. a place where colors don't see over and power is in-between. a place who purple is under high-pitched wrongs and truth is all but round. the chaos of everything becoming nothing, which in turn becomes everything once again."

I look on at the silhouette, unable to move.

"after all, the sky is made of diamonds. and diamonds are my eyes."

I look on at the quaking mass of darkness in front of me. it stops trembling as it turns to look at me. I can see its eyes… a mass of diamond shapes in ever-changing formations.

"I don't have a name. but you can call me… I think 'the wolf' will suffice."

[ sylo ] okay, so, I've been told that I'll have to share some shit about my multiverse, so expect something to show up about it. I just need to figure out when I'll have something ready...

[ ??? ] thuzzel foch az veeh.

[ sylo ] ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I GET IT. please, just leave me alone.

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.

Y'all ever just have those kinds days where you look back on it and be like "yup, that was a day. That day some things that happened, and those things that happened were on that day. Like, can you believe that? And that day was one of the days that happened to be just that: a day. It was truly a day indeed."

and the stagnation begins.

Food!!

food.

aight, hiatus time.

I probably won't be returning to post here for the foreseeable future.

goodbye for now, and may [tumblr] always stay silly :P