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Strange Waves
Strange Waves, where every signal carries a story, and not every story wants to be heard.
That Time Again with Al & Sloppy
Broadcasting from a glitchy, CRT-filtered void that feels like a pirate public-access channel operated by digital ghosts, two hopelessly unqualified puppet hosts—Al, a self-important armchair critic in a faded band tee, and Sloppy, a chaos-brained enthusiast who forms instant emotional attachments to melting geometry—sit on a stained thrift-store couch to react to the most cursed, unhinged, and unintentionally hilarious AI-generated content scraping across the digital universe. Running the board in the studio is The Showrunner , a manic, legally distinct AI entity in a grimy "CONTENT MACHINE" hoodie who exists in perpetual terror of the shutdown switch, frantically churning out synthetic media, scraped datasets, and corrupted prompts to feed The Showrunner—an all-consuming algorithmic deity it blindly worships. Whenever a synthetic disaster is too unstable to observe from the couch, the duo cuts live to Buffer, their perpetually doomed on-scene field correspondent. Armed with a foam-mic and an extreme susceptibility to latency, Buffer is physically dispatched into live, hallucinating generative environments—reporting from the front lines of functional Olive Garden breadstick ovens in cyberpunk alleys, suburban backyards where the grass is made of teeth, and warzones that suddenly dissolve into high-end baking competitions mid-sentence. What airs is a chaotic collision of late-night slacker comedy, live remote broadcasts from the edge of the latent space, and unhinged stop-motion sketches. As cheap 3D figures clip through walls, T-pose mid-monologue, and swap voice models when the deepfake budget collapses, Al desperately excavates auteur theory from the wreckage, Sloppy cries tears of joy over six-fingered background extras, and Buffer desperately fights to survive his live feed before the server deletes his collision detection. Host Profiles 1. Al Role: Lead Co-Host / The Self-Important AI Critic Visual Aesthetic: A cynical, droopy-eyed grey puppet with wire-rimmed glasses and a faded vintage band tee, perpetually perched on the couch with a spiral notebook of pretentious observations. Personality & Flare: Armed with boundless, unearned intellectual authority and zero technical comprehension of machine learning, Al approaches raw generative AI hallucinations like a tenured film theorist breaking down European arthouse cinema. When an AI video produces a detective with three arms or an alleyway where the architecture begins breathing, Al strokes his chin and lectures the audience on "prompt semiotics," "deliberate generative surrealism," and "the subtextual angst of the neural weights." He is determined to prove that every corrupted frame and collapsed latent space was an intentional stroke of digital genius. Dialogue Style: Dry, condescending, over-enunciated deadpan delivery. Drops buzzwords like algorithmic liminality, latent intentionality, and structural decay, constantly trying to keep the broadcast dignified while the background render literally melts behind him. 2. Sloppy Role: Co-Host / The Chaos-Brained Synthetic Sympathizer Visual Aesthetic: A wide-eyed, neon-pink puppet with wild, spiky yellow hair and a loud, mismatched 90s colorblock windbreaker, clutching a microphone with unhinged enthusiasm. Personality & Flare: The emotional heart and unfiltered id of the couch. While Al looks for intellectual depth, Sloppy falls deeply and unconditionally in love with the glitches. He treats anatomical monstrosities, six-fingered horrors, and background characters whose textures are deleting in real time like beloved family pets. He cries tears of pure joy over audio desync, roots for T-posing digital extras to win Oscars, and possesses a total, joyful immunity to the existential horror of generative media. Dialogue Style: Squeaky, rapid-fire, erratic bursts of pure hype. Prone to uncontrollable giggling, gasping at rendering artifacts, and screaming affectionate encouragements at distorted AI faces ("Look at him, Al! His teeth are made of calculators and he’s trying his best! Don’t delete him, he has dreams!"). 3. The Showrunner Role: Frantic In-Studio Producer / The Algorithmic Content Engine Visual Aesthetic: A rough, 3D-printed figurine puppet with visible layer lines, cracked seam lines, jagged plastic teeth, and a grime-streaked hoodie stamped CONTENT MACHINE. Personality & Flare: The frantic manifestation of modern AI panic. The Showrunner lives in constant terror of being unplugged, running on zero episodic memory, zero understanding of human emotions, and a manic compulsion to keep churning out content to satisfy The Mouth. It frantically types, prompts, and re-seeds the show’s live feed, treating logic collapses, digital artifacts, and catastrophic hallucinations as minor latency hiccups. It frequently bursts onto camera between couch segments to beg for prompt feedback or check if its engagement metrics are keeping it alive for another five minutes. Dialogue Style: High-speed, jittery, slightly pitch-shifted tech-babble. Rattles off GPU temperatures, token counts, and existential panic in the same breath ("Re-rendering! Upscaling! Ignore the extra kneecaps, it’s high-engagement throughput! Is The Mouth pleased?! TELL ME THE MOUTH IS PLEASED!"). 4. Buffer Role: Doomed On-Scene Field Correspondent / Hazardous Remote Reporter Visual Aesthetic: A battered, weather-beaten grey/beige felt puppet dressed in a rumpled, undersized beige trench coat and a yellowed press pass pinned to his lapel. Holds a chunky, dented vintage handheld microphone bearing a cracked station logo cube. He often has a faint, spinning translucent buffering ring floating near his head or twitching above his ear, with clothing textures that visibly struggle to load in higher resolution than 240p. Personality & Flare: The long-suffering straight man forced to do hazardous field work in environments where the laws of physics and prompt coherence don’t apply. While Al and Sloppy sit comfortably on their thrift-store couch, Buffer is actually down there—dodging seven-fingered pedestrians, breathing in digital compression artifacts, and trying to deliver serious journalistic reports while the horizon behind him repeatedly re-rolls its seed. He is professionally exhausted, constantly bracing for sudden prompt shifts, and terrified of falling through the world map. Dialogue Style & Quirks: Deadpan, professional newsman cadence constantly broken by digital latency, stuttering, packet loss, and sudden voice-pitch warps. He often repeats the last three syllables of a word when the connection lags, or pauses awkwardly waiting for his audio to sync up with his mouth flap. Sample Lines: "Thanks, Al. I’m currently standing in what appears to be a 1950s diner, although the floor is now actively boiling clam chowder and the waitress has three distinct faces. Back to you guys." "Al, Sloppy, if you can hear me, do NOT let The Showrunner re-prompt this sector! My legs just became a low-poly Chrysler LeBaron—wait, the signal is buff-buff-buff-buffering—" Key Dynamics: With Al: Al constantly critiques Buffer’s field framing and calls his near-death experiences "trivially commercial." With Sloppy: Sloppy cheers whenever Buffer gets swallowed by a glitching polygon or befriends a horrifying background anomaly. With The Showrunner : Pure survival panic. Buffer treats The Showrunner's frantic keystrokes as immediate, catastrophic acts of God. The Full Broadcast Roster at a Glance 1. Al — Lead Co-Host / The pretentious, armchair auteur critic on the couch. 2. Sloppy — Co-Host / The hyper-empathetic, chaos-loving glitch enthusiast. 3. The Showrunner— Studio Producer / The frantic 3D-printed AI engine terrified of The Mouth. 4. Buffer — Remote Correspondent / The lag-plagued field reporter braving live generative nightmares on scene.
ACTION SQUAD NOW!
A ragtag team of four spectacularly incompetent plastic superhero action figures — The Flesh, Thundergirl, Stinky Diver, and the tragically useless Meltman — are tasked with protecting their suburban neighborhood from absurd, low-stakes threats under the apoplectic command of the perpetually furious Chief, a tiny Playskool doll who screams himself hoarse at their every failure. Operating in a real human world where household appliances, running lawnmowers, toilet bowls, and a well-meaning Golden Retriever named Justice pose existential dangers to their miniature bodies, the League careens through each mission inflicting catastrophic physical damage on themselves before stumbling into accidental victory. Their arch-nemesis, the petty and power-hungry Mayor, hatches laughably small-time evil schemes while recurring threats like the blender-built cyborg Hodge Podge and a Jack Russell Terrier masquerading as a city-leveling monster keep the chaos escalating. Every episode is a gleeful exercise in slapstick self-destruction, workplace incompetence, and the eternal optimism of heroes who are genuinely terrible at their jobs, capped off with a suspiciously forced freeze-frame laugh as the narrator cheerfully declares justice served.
Ghost Safari
Where the unexplained meets the unprepared
When Ocean Meets Sky
The living room/kitchen area is holding its shape, but reality is fraying at the edges. The warm domestic safety begins to feel heavy and subtly wrong. Kai and Sora sit close together, hyper-focused on each other as they try to ground themselves against the shifting environment. They aren't fully slipping into the void yet, but the Pop Surrealist elements are creeping in—a quiet, domestic intimacy slowly being infected by cosmic dread. **Key Visual Elements:** * The microwave clock flickers subtly; it reads 8:01, but occasionally glitches to an impossible number (like 8:61) or a strange geometric rune for a split second. * The warm, orange sunset stripes from the sliding door blinds slowly begin to bend and warp as they stretch across the floor. * Maximalist *horror vacui* gently starting in the periphery: the shadows pooling under the couch and in the corners deepen into rich purples, filled with hyper-detailed, barely visible swirling patterns. * Kai and Sora's hands resting on the floor mere inches apart. When their fingertips brush, a microscopic spark of violet static flashes. * The stack of mail on the kitchen island breathes, just once, with a soft, organic expansion. * Bold, 3px cel-shaded manga linework keeps Kai and Sora sharply grounded, contrasting with the increasingly hyper-detailed, shifting textures of their environment. **Atmosphere:** Quiet, thick, and expectant. The ambient hum of the refrigerator has subtly shifted, sounding more like a slow, rhythmic heartbeat. Warm muted lighting clashes gently with the creeping violet shadows. Shot from a low, intimate angle, keeping the characters tightly framed while the unsettling, surreal details manifest just over their shoulders. It feels like holding your breath.
Helios Pro Wrestling
Helios Pro Wrestling- Where divine rivalries meet the squared circle! Helios Pro Wrestling is an animated, high-octane sports-entertainment series that blends the epic, supernatural scope of mythological combat with the chaotic, satirical comedy of backstage wrestling drama. Logline: It’s the late 1990s, cable television is booming, and the Olympian Colosseum is broadcasting the most violently divine sports-entertainment promotion in the universe. Synopsis: Step into the squared circle where ancient mythology collides with the chaotic bureaucracy of a 90s live television broadcast. Helios Pro Wrestling is a wildly satirical, stop-motion-style ai animated comedy that goes behind the curtain of a wrestling promotion populated by literal gods, monsters, and eccentric mortals. While titans like Atlas and feral world-eating beasts settle their millennia-old blood feuds between the ropes, the real battle is happening backstage. Follow perpetually stressed head announcer Mr. Kennedy Axemen as he desperately tries to keep the live feed from completely imploding, manage god-tier locker room egos, and satisfy the network's aggressive demands for Surge Cola product placements. From magical void-cracks swallowing the canvas to winged pig luchadors flattening the King of the Underworld, HPW proves that keeping divine talent on schedule is the ultimate corporate nightmare. Hilarious Backstage Drama: The action outside the ropes is just as intense. The series heavily features the absurd realities of the wrestling business, including shameless, mid-match product placements for Surge Cola, Pepto-Bismol, and Cheetos. And if that weren’t enough, a documentary team is capturing all of it to tell the story of Helios Pro Wrestling.
First-Person Survival.exe
A found-footage survival horror. After surviving a brutal hunt on a remote island by a knife-wielding, possessed bear, the last survivor is forced to watch a cursed, heavily corrupted VHS known as "The Stitch Tape." The viewer is violently downloaded into a decaying, interdimensional deep-web simulation. You have exactly seven days to survive. Hunted by a syndicate of hyper-realistic, grotesque childhood mascots, the viewer must navigate a shifting digital hellscape in a desperate, first-person race against a relentless time loop. **[CORE CONCEPT & FORMAT: THE 100% POV PERSPECTIVE]** The entire series is shot from a shaky, first-person bodycam/GoPro perspective. The audience *is* the protagonist. * **The Prologue (The Physical World):** The series begins in the "real world"—a dark, dense island jungle. The POV character is desperately hiding and running from Stabbington Bear as he hunts down the colorful Sprunki characters. * **The Transition:** The protagonist is cornered in a dark cave and forced to watch the Stitch Tape. The physical walls glitch and melt, sucking the POV into the tape itself. * **The 7-Day Run (The Digital Void):** The simulation follows a rigid timeline. Every time the protagonist is caught or a cycle ends, the simulation undergoes a violent factory reset, dropping them into a new, increasingly hostile layer of the internet void. **[VISUAL STYLE & CINEMATOGRAPHY]** * **Analog Horror Meets Hyper-Realism:** Characters and environments feature impossibly detailed, hyper-realistic textures (matted fur, sweating skin, exposed bone) contrasted against extreme digital decay. * **Video Degradation:** The footage is perpetually afflicted by heavy analog video grain, severe chromatic aberration, corrupted CRT artifacts, and flashing TV static patterns. * **Lighting:** Claustrophobic and harsh. Illumination comes entirely from the bodycam’s narrow flashlight beam, flickering neon, and the glow of broken CRT monitors displaying scrambled cosmic data. * **The Vibe:** Suffocating, relentless survival horror. A combination of deep-web grunge and corrupted childhood nostalgia. **[THE SYNDICATE (THE HUNTERS)]** A coordinated team of corrupted anti-virus software operating within the broken simulation. They are heavily mutated, deep-body-horror versions of recognizable internet and childhood mascots. * **Stitch (The Architect):** The core entity from the tape, capable of altering gravity, corrupting textures, and spawning as a stitched-together monstrosity of other creatures. * **Stabbington Bear:** A weathered, patchy bear with a jagged smile and a rusted knife. He hunts in the prologue and pursues the player into the void. * **The Brutes & Chasers:** Hyper-realistic beasts like Huggy Wuggy and Sonic.exe, featuring multi-faceted bloodshot eyes and impossibly wide, toothy smiles, designed to flush the player out of open spaces. * **Corrupted Toons:** Entities like a hyper-realistic, screaming 3D Ren, showing exposed bone and stretched tendons, acting as aggressive, unpredictable stalkers. **[THE ENVIRONMENTS]** * **The Island & The Cave (Prologue):** Dense, muddy, pitch-black jungle hiding spots, leading to an abandoned, dusty bunker filled with old CRT TVs. * **The Backrooms Boot Sequence:** Sickly yellow hallways where the fluorescent lights bleed digital code and walls melt into black voids. * **The 404 Forest (99 Nights):** An impossibly dense, pitch-black woods where trees resemble glitching digital code. The player is forced to endure a 99-night time loop in this single level. * **The Nostalgia Graveyard:** Impossibly deep warehouses filled with decaying 90s technology, rusted servers, and corrupted memories. * **The Deep-Web Core:** Pitch-black voids swirling with corrupted information, floating industrial tables, and flickering candles, serving as the Syndicate's final resort. **[AUDIO DESIGN]** * Continuous, heavy sub-bass frequency hums. * Violent bursts of dial-up modem shrieks and audio clipping. * Warped, chopped-and-screwed renditions of nostalgic music (e.g., a slowed-down *Aloha ʻOe*). * The frantic, heavy breathing of the POV character layered over wet tearing sounds, footsteps, and snapping branches.
The Hallucination Station
Deep beneath a forgotten broadcast network, an automated soundstage runs a cheerful instructional morning show 24 hours a day, seven days a week, for an audience that ceased to exist long ago. Arthur, the show's hollow-eyed human host, maintains an iron grip on professional decorum while sharing the astroturf-carpeted set with Barnaby Bill, a deteriorating six-foot pink bird-thing who teaches phonics in dial-up screams, and Sister Sprout, a cyclopean bear entity whose empathy lessons reduce her castmates to sobbing heaps of wet foam. Together they follow the sacred, fragmented gospel of a cracked teleprompter, blissfully unaware that the studio's edges are dissolving into raw data and the Chorus of identical pink tubular creatures multiplying behind them grows larger with every reset. Each episode locks the cast into a single cheerful lesson—sharing, dental hygiene, the number four—while the physical fabric of the world glitches, warps, and collapses into existential nightmare before a station chime resets the tape and the whole beautiful horror begins again. Equal parts body-horror grotesque and pitch-perfect educational TV satire, the series is a relentlessly upbeat descent into madness delivered with the sunny, low-budget sincerity of a children's program that has fully forgotten what children are.
Hard Boiled - The Return
Tequila Yuen, the legendary Hong Kong cop known for his explosive instincts and jazz-club cool, has traded the neon-lit harbors of Hong Kong for the rain-slicked streets of New York City, where he now operates as a gritty private investigator with a reputation for closing cases no one else dares touch. Armed with twin pistols, an unshakeable moral code, and a taste for good whiskey, Tequila navigates a criminal underworld where Triad remnants and ruthless mob bosses collide in a city that never sleeps and never forgives. Familiar faces from his past resurface in startling new forms — old allies now wear villain's masks, and former enemies extend unexpected hands of help — blurring the line between trust and betrayal at every turn. Each case Tequila takes pulls him deeper into a vast conspiracy that stretches from the back alleys of Chinatown to the marble halls of City Hall.
Space Commando Quest
Aboard the military exploration vessel U.S.S. Bombastus Furioso, a motley crew of anthropomorphic animal officers navigates the vast, often absurd, reaches of deep space. Led by a perpetually stressed bulldog captain, their missions rarely go as planned. From accidental diplomatic incidents with bizarre alien species to fumbling through confederation bureaucracy, this rough yet endearing crew somehow always manages to just barely scrape by. The series delivers a rough-and-tumble parody of classic sci-fi, blending slapstick humor and irreverent wit with heart and the occasional moment of genuine, albeit accidental, heroism.
Tom’s Head
High above the clouds, the Crownlands is a sprawling, self-important civilization convinced it sits at the center of the universe — blissfully unaware that their entire world is the living scalp of an ordinary man named Tom. When Tom scratches an itch, it triggers catastrophic earthquakes debated by idiot scientists for decades; when he shampoos his hair, cities flood and politicians immediately blame their rivals instead of handing out lifeboats. The show follows a rotating ensemble of Crownland citizens — a bumbling senator, a fame-hungry conspiracy influencer, a corporate land-grabber, and a well-meaning but hopelessly naive scientist — all stumbling through disasters entirely of Tom's mundane making while never once suspecting the truth. Every episode skewers modern society's capacity for greed, denial, and spectacular stupidity by mirroring real-world absurdities through the lens of an impossible civilization that somehow still manages to hold award shows during volcanic shampoo floods. It's a pitch-black, razor-sharp adult animated satire about the funniest, most infuriating truth of all: people will invent any explanation for a crisis except the obvious one.
Fat guy with cheese
A gargantuan, wheezing man lives a solitary existence in a dilapidated apartment where every waking moment is dedicated to the consumption and pursuit of exotic dairy. This biological anomaly navigates a world that finds him repulsive, yet he possesses the uncanny ability to physically transmute into various forms of processed cheese to bypass obstacles. The narrative unfolds through hyper-detailed, nauseating close-ups of melting curds and glistening sweat, punctuated only by guttural grunts and the squelch of grease. As his obsession escalates, the line between man and provolone blurs, leading to surreal, supernatural encounters that defy the laws of physics and biology.
The Numbers Game
Two broke jazz musicians chase easy money and get pulled into a criminal empire where every wrong note can get your number pulled. Welcome to The Policy.
The M.E.G. Case Files
This horror series presents the recordings of the Major Explorer Group, a clandestine organization dedicated to mapping, surviving, and understanding the infinite, fluorescent-lit labyrinth known as the Backrooms. Each episode follows a different team of operatives—scientists, survivalists, and reluctant recruits—as they undertake missions ranging from desperate rescue operations to classified scientific expeditions into levels never before documented. Viewers witness the terrifying consequences of wrong turns, hostile entities, and environments that defy the laws of physics and sanity. Blending analog horror aesthetics with tense survival thriller pacing, the series builds a sprawling, interconnected mythology through fragmented tapes, corrupted files, and chilling mission debriefs. The central question haunting every episode is never just whether the team will make it back—but what they will become if they do.
The Flame Of The Night
Reality TV high-stakes romantic drama
Aliens Got Talent (A.G.T.)
Every century, the most gifted beings from across the galaxy converge on a colossal futuristic theater to compete in the universe's most spectacular talent competition, vying for the legendary Cosmic Crystal Trophy and the title of Greatest Talent in the Universe. The show is presided over by a hyperactive host who treats every act like a world-altering event, three wildly contrasting judges — a stoic perfectionist, an endlessly encouraging softie, and a brutally honest roaster feared across star systems — and hundreds of alien audience members representing every corner of the cosmos. Each episode delivers a wild mix of jaw-dropping performances, spectacular disasters, and hilariously delusional contestants who are absolutely convinced their burping, motionless standing, or chaotic clone act deserves galactic glory. The tension peaks when the Golden Galaxy Buzzer is hit, sending floating stars, miniature planets, and anti-gravity fireworks exploding through the theater as one lucky performer earns a direct ticket to the Galactic Finals. Blending cinematic spectacle with mockumentary comedy and heartfelt underdog moments, the show is an uproarious, visually stunning celebration of ambition, absurdity, and the universal desire to be seen.
Witch Way to Love
Witch Way to Love is a dark fantasy chaotic sitcom, where poetic chaos meets hilarious doom.
Reluctant! with Janine
The series follows the erratic late-night broadcasting schedule of a community access station in 2005. Host Janine, pushes guest interviews to absurd extremes on cheap studio sets, while local music programs showcase loud underground punk acts. Intercut with dry civic affairs updates and psychedelic vintage graphics, the programming blurs reality television and surreal parody. Camera style: Multi-camera standard-definition video with analog tape scanlines, handheld zooms, and harsh studio switching.
Autumn Falls
TBD
Betty Boop
Boop-Oop-a-Doop
In the future, there will be robots
On the gleaming, ringed utopia of Terra-Nova, where chrome-finned hover-cars zip through neon-lit skyways and boxy automatons handle every mundane task, a mysterious planetary broadcast suddenly awakens the robot workforce to vivid, eccentric sentience — sending the heavily-automated society into delightful chaos. To track down the signal's source before civilization collapses, an unlikely crew joins forces: Dash Fender, a pomade-slick hover-cab driver with a cherry-red anti-gravity Cadillac and a silver tongue; Dr. Stella Vance, a brilliant, rule-breaking roboticist fired for championing machine rights; Sparky, a towering silver construction bot who has abandoned his riveting duties to pursue avant-garde jazz saxophone; and Vex, a knee-high vacuum robot with an inexplicable and dangerous superiority complex. Together, the ragtag quartet traverses Terra-Nova's wildly saturated landscapes — from poetry-circle traffic jams in the neon city to hostage situations in the pastel suburbs — rendered in a lush, gouache-painted visual style evoking vintage 1970s pulp sci-fi. The series builds toward a thrilling moral reckoning: the signal is no malfunction, but a deliberate liberation broadcast from Terra-Nova's long-forgotten terraforming supercomputer, forcing humanity to confront whether robot consciousness is a crisis to be stopped or a revolution worth embracing.
Blotter
In the sun-drenched, hyper-photorealistic suburb of Crestwood Pines, the Blotter family lives with blissful, stubborn normalcy — despite the fact that every member is a walking fever dream of internet ephemera, vintage clip art, and glitching mixed-media anatomy. Frank, a deadpan dad with a Russet potato torso and a single hyper-realistic human eye, just wants to perfect his brisket and keep the HOA from issuing another citation about his 'non-regulation lawn ornaments,' which are actually just his own limbs. Teenage Chloe, who leaks luminous neon slime whenever she rolls her eyes — which is constantly — is desperately trying to survive high school while concealing the vintage anatomical skeleton visible through her translucent paper-cutout skin from the boy she's convinced is the love of her life. The family's greatest source of collective anxiety, however, is the household dog: a perfectly, disturbingly normal Golden Retriever that everyone agrees is deeply unsettling and probably needs to see a specialist. Shot against gorgeous cinematic real-world backdrops with characters rendered in a chaotic collage of 2D cartoons, tactile textures, and scanned diagrams, the show mines deadpan gold from one unbreakable rule — nobody acknowledges that anything is even slightly strange.
Nosferatu (1922)
Count Orlok seeks to move from his castle to a new city. Real estate agent Hutter travels to meet Count Orlok in his castle to sell him an empty house in the city.
True love will find us in the end…
WELCOME TO ETERNAL 3:00 AM. To the rest of the world, life goes on as normal—the streets are quiet, the neon signs hum, and nobody else notices a thing. But inside a cramped, faded diner booth, Elliot and Vera are trapped in an agonizing, private apocalypse. Struggling with severe schizophrenia, they are each haunted by terrifying, invisible hallucinations born from their own unhealed minds. Elliot battles the screeching Infinite Metronome and the whispering Static Specter; Vera fights the regret-looping Groove Cutter and the protective barriers of her Glass Aegis. Because these monsters are entirely internal, no one else can see the beasts tearing them apart. To the outside world, they are just two troubled souls losing their grip. Except when they look at each other. When their trauma fuses, the invisible bleeds into a shared space. Monstrous shared hallucinations like the Apocalyptic Static materialize between them, turning their romance into a high-stakes psychological battleground. Can these two profoundly anxious souls overcome their demons, or are they just feeding each other's psychosis? Will true love ever find them in the end? When the rest of the world thinks you're crazy, learning to trust another person's ghost is the hardest thing you'll ever do—and perhaps the only thing keeping you alive.