* It's not easy running things from the shadows.
* Keeping politicians in line, coming up with bribe money, getting points across.
* I've practically driven myself and others to madness in the process.
* ...Not that you wouldn't know that already, my creator.
* What about your problems?

Tenna

Song Beneath the Sea

* ........TELL ME LIGHTNR....
* .....HAVE I BIN LIED TO?.....
* .....HEAVIN TOLD ME TO.... WAIT HEER....
* ......FOR A MIREKL TO FLOW DOWNRIVER....
* ...AND SO, I WAIT.........
* .............AND. WAIT...........
* .....I STOPPT COUNTING THE DAYS........
* ...BUT IT TOALD ME SO MUCH...
* ...IT PROMIST ME TOO MUCH....
* ....PROMIST......
* ....FREEDOM...
* ..............I CANT STOP SEEYNG. GREEN.....
* ......SHOOD I KEEP HOUPING?....
* .............OR WAS I TRICKT IN.
* .IN.TO PLEYNG A WAYTING GAYM?...

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Plays while entering a room with a peculiar looking individual.

Wow! Would you look at that! A failed Secret Boss!!! What could that imply, I wonder??

They only appear in this small section of the game. I didn't even bother giving them a name.
After all, why settle for bottomfeeders when bigger fish are out there?

Left Behind

The darkness feels insurmountable. They are blinded, strangled, and want nothing more than to see just a glimmer of hope...

They do not see it in the distance.
They do not see it in the present.
They do not see it in themselves...

But they see it in each other.

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They say eyes are windows into the soul. The funny thing about eyes is that you never see your own. Maybe in a mirror, but that's only a refraction on the surface of glass. The physical world is only populated other peoples' eyes. The joys, sorrows, pains, pleasures, fears, beliefs, and wonderful and terrible experiences of every living person can be expressed in the simple, opulent surfaces of their eyes.

It sometimes proves immeasurably difficult to find hope in yourself; a reason to persist, a motivation to continue your struggle. All alone, this can become impossible, and you feel no choice but to sink into eternal despair. You may even justify it to yourself. You think you are powerless, unworthy to go on, and that the world and people in it would be better for being rid of you. But then you look into the eyes of just one person...

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A power, faint enough to miss, but strong enough to wield. Jackal, Tony, and Ames lock hands and cut through the veil. A new truth is found, and SPARK is brought into the NIGHT.
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"If you're going through hell, keep going." - Winston Churchill
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[Deltarune: Playthings] New Truth

Fight theme for my friend Sauce's secret boss, "The Viewer"

Sauce drew the art, and my other friend Jam rendered it.

The Viewer's design is by Sauce

SCOPOPHOBIA

https://x.com/Chionophobia2/status/1908800124056219808

character by https://soundcloud.com/chiono-127745202

THE WORLD IS MINE

THERE IS A FORGOTTEN MAN.
WILL YOU FORGET HIM, TOO?

ARE YOU SURE? 
YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN ME MANY TIMES BEFORE.

. . . IF SO,
LISTEN WELL TO MY STORY.
ONCE UPON A TIME . . .

. . .

OH?
DID YOU MISS IT?
DID YOU WANT TO MEET AGAIN?
OH, JOY.

YOU MAY FORGET ME, I MAY FORGET MYSELF,
HE MAY BE FORGOTTEN FOREVER,
BUT I WILL REMEMBER YOUR CURIOSITY.

SO TAKE YOUR TIME, WASH YOUR FACE, AND GET DRESSED.

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(ABSENCE QnA will be back.)

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The questions are answered in the following document.
(yes i'm starting to regret putting all this in google docs)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1719h3zq6kszG0qIQng-APGk4P3DHRHMLe8hqmevrJb8/edit?usp=sharing

Feel free to leave any comments.


[QnA Uploaded] EXTRA4 - Uwa! A New Story

The Pursuit

Spiritual II (part 7)

Starlight Sleigh Ride [Instrumental]


Childhood in 7/8 time: Istanbul Before Twelve smells of simit and the sea; it sounds like ferry horns, spoon percussion, and merchants’ cries. Makam melodies meet nu-jazz soul—warm, handcrafted, alive.



This is my first map of Istanbul—from the courtyard to the ferry, from the tea garden to the Grand Bazaar. You’ll hear makam colors, microtones, and aksak grooves in 7/8 and 9/8; saz, oud, kanun, ney, kaval, zurna, darbuka, and davul telling how the city sounded to me before I turned twelve.
Each track is a scene: our block, the neighbor, Teacher Veli (stern and kind), friendship and hospitality, the green valleys, the Bosphorus, the nights, the tea garden, and the journey forward. Between seagulls and ferry horns, nu-jazz and soul blend with a hint of djent—honest, warm, handcrafted.
Not nostalgia in sepia—living memory. If you know how tea tastes like home, press play.

Teacher Veli  (Veli Hoca “Eti senin, kemiği benim.”)

I make music every now and then and then again

SCOPOPHOBIA

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