Pretty Good, Wbu?

oh boy, the sins are coming back.

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.

Yeah.

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

I just want some peace.

I desire some rest.

I can't ever please

this thing I possess.

I feel so confined,

but I force a smile.

I want out of my mind.

just for a while...

ke dareporo rintenresinkerorin.

👋🏽

👋

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.

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?

[ sylo ] ah, I see the poll is done. let's look at the resu-

[ sylo ] ...damn... not gonna lie that hurt a little.

aw, come on syloboy, you've still got a story to tell. it's about time people learned of our works, y'know?

[ sylo ] yeah, but... feku sibd, my feelings. well, I guess I can't complain. people will learn what they want, and if they don't want me, then who am I to shove it down their throats? STRUCTURE IT IS THEN! lemme just, figure out how to form cohesive sentences while talking about this... I'll get back to you guys about this in a bit. see y'all soon!