Don't Pay Attention To The Shadows On The Walls.

made even more new lore for the SS clubs and added a splinter timeline.

also thinking about the halved lands a bit because reasons.

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."

[ 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.

well, syloboy's having a tough time trying to pick something to share right now, so I'm just gonna use a poll to help speed things up.

so for the 2 people that actually look at this blog:

I nod thoughtfully. "I see. Well, thanks for clearing that up for me."

She smiles again. Any time. By the way, your brother is a real charmer.

I chuckle and say "well, he was supposed to go meet some characters today."

I glance over at Shaper, who replies "hey, none of those characters can even hold a candle to this one."

Andromeda blushes, and sits back down with Shaper, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Arianna smirks and leans over to me, saying "eh, I'll give 'em a month."

I lean over to her and l respond "heh, I'm not so sure. I know Shaper, and he isn't the kinda guy to just last a month in a relationship.

I'll give them a week, tops."

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.

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.

ke dareporo rintenresinkerorin.

I'm about to have my villain origin story soon because I'm listening to 7 conversations happening at once with no conversation of my own to distract me from the others.

"so, how've you been?"

I glance at sat, a perplexed look spreading across my face. "what do you mean? you've been by my side this whole time."

sat looks on at the sky. "I may have been by your side while you were in the deepest sleep, but I wasn't by your mind. I can tell something happened in there. you haven't quite been yourself, lately. you've been quieter, and glancing around more. I feel you shaking when I embrace you, and your voice doesn't carry the liveliness it once had."

sat sits up and looks at me, wearing a fearful expression. "sun, I'm worried for you. please, I know it's a selfish request, but I just want to know how I can help you. if I can help..."

I lay back down, my gaze cast upon the skies. "let me tell you a story..."