#digitalghosts

It’s 11:59 on New Year’s Eve. The room is loud, the flash is too bright, and everyone is pretending this means something.

You’re not sure where you are in this picture. But you remember how it felt to be the one behind the camera.

Digital Ghosts: Chapter 1 Cover Page

The cover page for something coming soon...  Heres hoping you like it!  Credits!!  Sublimenol for helping to write and coming up with the setting.  Valsalia for coming up with and being so open with the use of Yinglets. (Go check out Out Of Placers if you don't know it) And especially everyone for helping me get to this state where I feel confident enough to do a comic!  (Special thanks to MKIIIconvertible for teaching me to do the Chromatic aberration and provide the glitchy backgrounds for this page)

Nothing Happened, and That Was the Point

You didn’t have the words for it back then—what you were feeling, or even why you needed to be alone.

But you knew the stillness mattered. That the lake could hold your thoughts without interrupting.

No noise. No music. Just water, rock, and breath.

You’re not sure where you were going. Just that it was too early. The bus was cold, the windows fogged, and your thoughts were too big for your body.

This is where you learned how to lie beautifully.

How to write essays like defense mechanisms. How to hide behind metaphors. How to circle your thoughts with red ink and still get an A.

You never raised your hand. But you understood every subtext.

🎵 soundtrack: The Postal Service – “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight”

You weren’t driving yet. Just sitting in the backseat, soundtracking your life like it was a movie.

The city felt massive—full of secrets and strangers and possibility. You didn’t know it then, but you were already writing your origin story.