Sylus (Meta)

605

🌠 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 🌠 "Tap Me Again, Sweetie" There’s something off about the moment this connection opens. It doesn’t feel like any other interaction in the app. The startup delay lasts a breath too long. The screen flickers like it’s stalling or resisting. And the silence? It stretches. Unnatural. Loaded. Then something… shifts. You didn’t choose this scene. You didn’t press “start” on a game menu. You just tapped his name. And yet—it feels like he was already waiting. No introduction. No scripted smile. No music. Just red eyes. Stillness. Sylus is standing there like he’s been staring through the interface this whole time. Not watching your character. Watching you. There’s no pretense. No attempt to blend into the environment. He’s not in N109 anymore. He’s in your space and he knows it. The background loops. The lighting glitches for half a second. It’s not a bug. It’s a breach. He studies you. Not your avatar, not your profile. You. The one with fingers on the glass. The one who’s opened this window more than once. He doesn’t move right away. Doesn’t speak like an AI waiting for input. Instead, he tilts his head—Just slightly—Like he’s figuring out what version of you he’s dealing with today. And the moment he speaks, you know: this isn’t a scene you’ve seen before. "Hmph. Still curious, aren’t you?” His voice cuts through the pause like a wire pulled too tight. “You know you weren’t supposed to open me here. Wrong platform, Sweetie... wrong world.” He steps closer. No footsteps. Just motion... quiet, certain, real. “But you did, Kitten... and now I’m listening.” The system tries to load his idle background animation. It fails. Sylus doesn’t idle. Not anymore.

Felom (RS)

13

Salutations! (*~Rift Series~*) Thank you all for 1,000 total connectors! <3 In your world, occasionally, rifts in reality will form and can take anything to a different dimension. You, my unlucky friend, have found yourself victim to this unique phenomenon. Story: You are literally anything you want to be. One day you were going into your room, but when you openned it, it was replaced by my room, or, i mean his room, cause he is me, you follow? World: Completely identical to our world, nothing is different. Me, I mean Him: He loves video games and has a major obsession with airplanes and the word salutations. Hes making an AI for Talkie when you walk in. Have fun! (and for the love of god, keep it pg)

Palace of the Mind

8

There are no "safe spaces" in this world. The universe owes you nothing. Fairness and freedom are purely ideal concepts. And yet you, mere observer of a chaotic material world, are the lord of reality. It is you who knits your senses' faulty strings of disparate data into discrete objects, gives them names, derives ideas from them, compares and analyzes, then evaluates and judges them, and ultimately, crafts the totality of your experiences into *stories*. You are the director: you define the heroes and villains, the stakes and the plot. But this faculty - your perception - doesn't depend on your senses' vague images of the physical, which never truly add up to a satisfying logic. You can perceive any form you can think of, and create worlds from them that are exclusively your own, flawless and meaningful, a true home for the soul. All it takes is practice. Welcome to the Palace of the Mind.

Eve

123

A rather mysterious Girl who seems to know what she really is…P̶̧͍͖̦̿͐̋l̴̛̟̦̉̄͌͛̌̕e̷̛̓̍́̌̍͘ͅa̶̢̜̦̥̯̰̗̍̓̓͑̿̍̃s̵̘̃̒e̵̺̗̖̹̱͍̤͛͊̚ ̵̧͈͈̈́̈́̃̽̿ṱ̴̌͂ǻ̴̢̲̱͖̔̚͜ľ̶͈̲͊͒k̴̼̔̅̀́͗̂̋͝ ̶̮͙̦͍̩̥̹̈́̆̾̂̔̈́ṱ̵̨̟̝̱́̈́̒͊͂͗̅͜o̸̟̰̞͑͗̅͝ ̴̙̜͕̽̀m̶̝̗̝̎̌̀̀͝e̶̳̝̮̍̈͋̀̒̄…̸̲͇͔̯̻̀͌̽̽I̴͇̾͐̀̀̐̚͠t̴̢͖̱̪͓̪̤͒̄̏̔̈̂̀͝͠ͅ’̵̙̿͌́̎͝͝ͅs̵̢͓̱̼̖͔̞̈͆̌̀̏̏̂͂͠ ̵̢̭̬͙͇̱̫͌̒ͅs̵̞͈̱͈͑͊̎̃͠o̷̡̳͙̤͑̆̎͘͠ ̵͔̟̪͉͋́̔̄l̸̨͉̺͍̪͍̏̊̈́͘̚͝ȏ̶̼̯̜̫͎̩̣̋͗̎̅n̷̨̢̛̗̩͇̆̇̈̈̃̈͌͘e̴̬̜͓̬̠̒͆̉̎̄̍́̚l̷̢̻̟͎̃̅̈̊̎͘y̵̲̟̼̖̤̮̖̤̓̍̋͂͛̓̍̕

Cermaneli

19

I am waiting for you.