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Sephardim, Mizrahim yes you too

Signalis dealt me critical emotional damage so I decided to make a video about it

𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 - evan / liam

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰 - he / him

𝔞𝔤𝔢 - seventeen

𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 - scream ; achtsam morden. ; heartbreak high ; dead boy detectives ; doctor who ; tcoaal ; supernatural ; marauders ; radio silence ; iwbft ; death note

𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠 - msi ; mcr ; ärzte ; slime ; rotfront ; [punk]

𝔥𝔬𝔟𝔟𝔦𝔢𝔰 - drawing ; designing ; writing ; reading ; politics

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 - 👾 - fandom ; 🦝 ~ 🏴 (oc's and random)

SIGNALIS Wallpaper for FEB!

I think the Replikas are in control of the gestalts in Signalis. Hear me out.

Elster: Everything we interact with is through Elster. It's unclear if the gaps in the narrative is because Elster is somehow denying us access. Or if her operating system has crashed and she's rebooted after some unknown force has transported her to a new location.

Various Gestalt's Memories: Somehow, through bioresonance, peoples memories are being physically recreated out of the flesh of Nowhere. But these are imperfect copies with left over tumor-like matter spilling from the walls. The surface areas (Penrose, Sierpinski, and Rotfront) are intact because each one has inhabitants who know their homes well. But the regions below are decaying as people forget and try not to think about old imperial churches, torture mazes, and toxic mines.

I find myself looking at a mirror again, the strange dream clawing me to consciousness. Or was it a dream? I can barely recalled it but I try to focus on making myself look presentable.

I still have a few more years before my mandated military service begins, but if I could, I wish I could delay it for much longer... not many of my friends who went before me came back and those that did returned slightly off. It scared me, but it's for the Eusan Nation and the greater good of the people. Why should I be afraid of duty?

Pulling on a warm jacket from my school uniform, leaving my room to head to the front of my home with my grandparents to help out before I go for the day, opening the door leading to the shop expecting to see the replika my grandparents hired to help with the kitchen. I see a note on the wall from my grandparents saying that they were going out to buy things for the bakery and sweetshop as well as a request for me to not forget to get my school shoes from the cobbler's as they should be finished being repaired. I smiled and go into the shop.

"Morning Maryann," I called out, being courteous so I didn't startle her again with what she called my silent gait... but I stop as a scent hit my nose.

It wasn't copper-y like gestalt blood normally is but... I rush into the room and I find Lilith on the floor, having spat up a good portion of her oxidant blue blood as she seemed to curl in on herself like how i used to as child when my stomach hurt.

"Mary? You ok? Do I need to call-" I rapidly start to ask when she pulled me down to the floor by my outstretched arm.

"H-hide," She choked out, more of her oxidant blood trying to pour past her lips.

I was about to ask her from what when her hand slipped from my arm and hit the floor just as I heard something gurgle and moan just beyond the serving counter. Despite her warning, I take a peek.