Hello, Can you hear us?

> The way below winds deeper, longer

Unspeakable its patterns laid 

The lost forever damned to wander

This thing a quiet madness made <

Hello? Hello...? 

Hello! This is our first post here. Our profile isn't very set up yet. Call me Jack, im the host of the system and probably the one who will be the most active here. Im also accompanied(?) by Butcher, though I don't know if he'll post, but he insisted I add him to this account. 

Anyway. 

As I said, im Jack, Im a Fictive of Dr Bright, but I also have a lot of kintypes listed in my about section. I want to primarily focus on the one I cant quite pin down though. Its more feeling than it is an exact species. The feeling you get when you're alone to deep in the forest, or when you see do not enter signs on broken rotted fences and rusted gates and you look out into the fields behind them, the thing you think you hear in radio static or see in glitches on camera feeds in empty buildings or box tv static, that's me, whatever entity causes that. If that makes any sense at all. Maybe it doesn't. 

Butcher, who is also a Fictive, is simply something rotting. Something that can make you sick if he wants, something thats appearance always slightly changes and something who's presence is always just in the back of your mind. 

I dont like him much. 

Anyway anyway. Im looking to make friends and hopefully figure myself out, and maybe find more folks who get it. 

Thank you, nice to meet you!

You do not recognize the bodies in the water