I discovered this game a little while ago, and I finished playing it today!
All of the endings and characters were so wonderful that I can't even put my feelings into words. After finishing everything, I found myself just staring into space, lost in the emotions and lingering feelings the game left behind...🥹
I truly think everything about this game is lovely and amazing. Thank you so much for creating it.I really love the sea and sirens, and I think this game ranks among the top 3 best games I've played this year!❤️
I wanted to share some heartfelt words with you, a wonderful creator.Thank you for giving me such a memorable experience.I hope you have many wonderful days ahead!
(I'm not good at English, so I'm using a translator. I hope my feelings for you come across well😭)
(And...Is there an official fan art tag? I'd love to draw some fan art someday when I have the time!)
fan art tag maybe:#elfanart #elfanwrite #escapeline #escape line
Please make sure to tag me! I really want to eat delicious food, but I don't have much free time for entertainment, and I check Tumblr/X quite rarely. If you tag me, I'll see it and reblog/retweet it right away!
I love this KING-MO so much!!! 😈 Yes, the charm of MO-KING is too strong (joking)
It's okay, my English is also limited — but your love has been received loud and clear! :D
So happy to see you having fun~~ 😈 Yes, the MO-King is an evil being who gets joy from human tears. Hehehe~~
(There is a possibility of being able to capture all three of them at the same time!!!! I'm working on this thread)
(Kids are the ones who obsess over choices, MC is an adult, and SO we MUST choose all of them)
(wtf)(joking
Love your art!!! !!!Sunny is such a big bastard beauty and yes his fish ass is delicious!
Summary: The world is so boring without ghosts. Fortunately, your very own "fairy godmother" makes up for that.
Characters belongs to @systemtide ,ooc belongs to me,love belongs to you.
Warning: Contain mild horror elements
BGM: solitude. by vietra
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Your house is most definitely, absolutely, undeniably haunted.
Of course, there is another possibility: you have lost your mind. All things considered, the former is far easier to accept.
Everything that happened on the island was like an absurd dream, indistinguishable from reality. Then, you woke up, the memories fading away like mist as you returned to the ordinary world beside your family.
Yet the dream refused to end.
At first, it was just some trivial hallucinations, which you attribute to excessive stress. As you staring absently at documents on the computer, twisted blood-red words crept out from the corners of the screen. Phrases like "You belong to me", "Found you" and "I love you" spread across the entire frame. A blink,and they vanished without a trace. The text cursor still flickered steadily at the end of the line. If someone had hacked into your computer just to pull such a pointless prank,that would be terribly boring.
Things took a turn for the worse a few weeks later. Exhausted after a long day’s work, you collapsed onto your bed, drifting off into drowsiness. When a cold, slimy sensation wrapped around your ankles. You snapped fully awake and flipped on the light. Your legs lay safely tucked under the covers, and there was not a single other living thing in the room. You tried to close your eyes again and quickly fell into a deep sleep, but the strange presence returned night after night. Worse still, you gradually grew accustomed to it,noticing its presence later and later each time. On one occasion, the cold touch had already crept up to your knees before you barely open your eyes.
Then came a pre-dawn morning. You roused abruptly. Faint pale glimmer seeped through the curtains,not yet dawn. Why had you woken up at this hour? You rolled over, ready to slip back into sleep.
A figure standing on the other side of the bed.
The being was swallowed by shadow. Light bend away from its form, leaving only a terrifying silhouette. You felt as if trapped in a nightmare, body rigid, unable to move a muscle. Its edges were jagged and distorted, barely resembling a human shape. A faint sense of familiarity flashed through your mind, but terror snuffed it out instantly. It made no movement, just stood there, as if it were the night itself. No details could be made out, yet every biological instinct screamed that its gaze was locked firmly upon you.
You strained every nerve to recall every trick you had ever heard to break free, wagging your pinky finger, shouting curses under your breath, and chanted random incantations from unknown sects. But the figure remained rooted to the spot, simply watching you struggle to rouse yourself.
Gritting your teeth, you forced down the surging panic, squeezed your eyes shut and pretended the apparition did not exist. It’s fine. Stay calm. It’s just a dream, just sleep paralysis.
What followed was the longest minute of your life. It might have lasted less than sixty seconds, yet dragged on like an entire century. Then the oppressive stare and heavy weight lifted all at once. Sensation flooded back into your body. You sat bolt upright, gasping for air. Your pajamas had long been soaked through with cold sweat, and your heart raced wildly, refusing to steady for a long time.
That very night, you dragged and begged Charlie,one of the only two "sensible beings" in the house,to sleep beside you. He sat resignedly at the foot of your bed. “Miss, you’re just like you were when you were a child.” You didn't care what he said, he was staying with you today.
Your makeshift "knight" could not fend off the unseen presence either. In the middle of the night, you woke once more, eyes heavy and mind muddled as if you were still trapped in a dream. A familiar sigh brushed your ear, followed by indistinct murmurs. Before you could react, you sank back into a coma-like slumber once more.
Sunlight steam onto your face. Just as you open your eyes,Charlie handed you a warm glass of water at once. “You slept quite soundly last night. There was a period of rapid eye movement around two in the morning, and your proportion of deep sleep was…”
You tuned out the rest of his analysis. You had not slept well, at all. Weariness weighed heavily on you, leaving you feeling lightheaded and unsteady on your feet after days of restless nights. When you ran into Antey and Sydney, the two brothers were visibly alarmed by your haggard state.
“Whoa, how long has it been since you got a proper night’s sleep?” You did not even have the energy to banter back. You told them everything about the strange occurrences and shared Charlie’s sleep observations. The two exchanged a glance.
“Uh,about that… don’t push yourself too hard. Stress isn’t good for your mental health,” Antey rubbed the back of his neck, struggling to phrase his words without sounding like "you were losing your mind"—and failed obviously. You jabbed your elbow hard into his side, making him yelp and jump away.
Sydney ignored Antey’s dramatic complaints. “If Charlie says the same thing, it’s probably just nightmares. You really do need to relax.”
Great. There it was,again. Just nightmares,nightmares that felt as real as actually seeing a ghost.
You didn't want to say more, waved them goodbye and walked on. Ant called out random advice from behind you. “Hey! Put a pair of scissors under your pillow! I’ve heard everyone does that for this sort of thing!”
Sydney punched his arm. “Superstitious nonsense.”
Is there anyone reliable in this household?
Night fell. Sleep threatened to claim you the second you closed your eyes, but you dreaded facing the nightmares again. Curled up under the covers, you scrolled aimlessly through forums, searching for related keywords: "How to relieve sleep paralysis", "Ways to stop recurring nightmares", "Middle-of-the-night awakenings". Nothing more than generic tips and superstitious remedies, utterly useless.
Sighing, you posted a thread, hoping to find others who shared your ordeal. Replies trickled in soon, from fellow sufferers recommending the same useless methods you were sick of seeing. Just as you were about to close the page, one comment caught your eye.
User ID: 99108105112
Do you feel something coiling around your body, or see a figure standing beside your bed?
The account had a default avatar and profile was completely blank, its username nothing but a string of random numbers. Yet this stranger had described every single one of your symptoms exactly.
Clutching at a sliver of hope, you replied:
Yes, that’s exactly what happens to me. Do you go through this too? Is there any way to stop it?
User ID: 99108105112
You know that figure all too well, don’t you?
Annoyed by their cryptic tone, you turned off your phone and tossed it aside. Still, their words stirred that faint, buried sense of familiarity you had felt before. Where had you seen that shadowy figure? You racked your brains, but something blocked your thoughts, leaving you with no answers.
You could not remember when you finally drifted off. A cold sensation seeped up from beneath you.
You open your eyes.
White space, threaded with pulsating red tentacles that writhed like blood vessels.
There you saw him.
Eclipse
Once again, you existed only as a disembodied consciousness, floating in the palm of the very being who had haunted your nights.
“Welcome back, Pearl. We meet again.” Eclipse wore his familiar smile. Gel-like tendrils swayed before your "eyes", swaying like the ornaments hanging above a cradle from your dim childhood memories.
The moment you laid eyes on him, a tidal wave of suppressed memories crashed over you, sweeping everything back into place. You recalled the golden and greyish-blue fish tails, the inescapable thick fog, and this palm that had held you.
You were back in the Core.
He read the confusion and anger within you, yet made no real attempt to explain himself. “Am I not allowed to visit my little fry?” He rested his chin in one hand, tone as matter-of-fact as if he had merely been tucking you into bed at night.
His actual way of “visiting” was to linger beside your bed like a vengeful spirit, staring and scaring his human so much that couldn't sleep.
He curled his lips into a helpless smile at your silent reproach, then his expression softened into a serious one. “My dear, I know what you’ve been researching.” He had seen everything through your eyes—the forbidden knowledge you ought never to touch again, the secrets that would drag you back into the abyss. He had sent you to the human world not to watch you fall into yet another endless cycle. Depriving you of sound sleep was the simplest way to stop you. But you were as stubborn as ever, forcing yourself to sit in front of your computer and dig up clues regardless of your exhaustion. That was why he had pulled you here, to warn you face to face.
“Besides,” he toyed with the tiny glowing orb hovering in his palm, “your… brother, is right. You push yourself far too hard. You truly need to unwind.”
Wait,a strange look crossed his face. You had a very strong premonition that something bad was coming.
“Shall your fairy godmother lend you a hand?”
Oh, help. What was this situation? Was this something a "fairy godmother" should do? If you still had physical eyelids, they would have been twitching wildly. You said nothing, only staring at him in pure exasperation.
He waved a hand, brushing off your piercing gaze. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you.” He lifted you closer to his face. A frigid mechanical aura mixed with the scent of ocean water washed over you. Though he tried to appear nonchalant, you noticed his lips press together in quiet discontent. He tapped your consciousness gently with a fingertip."Take good care of yourself, Ela. Don’t make me worry.”
Before you could reply, a gentle push sent your spirit plummeting downwards. You drifted through layers of darkness and writhing tentacles, back into your physical body.
You sat up gasping. The familiar bed, the familiar furnishings. Sunlight filtered through the curtains and cast onto the floor. From outside the door came the sound of Charlie preparing breakfast.
Another ordinary morning.
Had it all been nothing but a wild, vivid dream? And the details of the vision began to fade away little by little.
The anonymous account. You seized on this last thread of doubt and grabbed your phone to open the forum.
Your past posts and casual chats filled your account page. That post sat quietly in the drafts folder, still unfinished.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!
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JAIL! JAIL FOR MORING!!!!!! HOW DARE YUOOOO!! ITS ILLEGAL TO CREATE SUCH POIGNANT STORY!!!! HOW DARE YUO MAKE ME CRY!
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
He looks like a poor little thing who's being bullied by his wife (or perhaps he's deliberately putting on a pitiful act to catch his wife's attention… 👁)
I love the way you render and color! It's genuinely outstanding! The texture work on the fish is absolutely incredible!!!
(MO BELIKE: oh god how did I not know paint fish in this way?? Those highlights are insanely cool!)
Poor fish — is that a mackerel? Or maybe a sardine? Either way, both are delicious! Mackerel is perfect for grilling, absolutely gorgeous with some salt and a squeeze of lime! (I really love the way the skin curls up when it's grilled, so crispy, so good)
(It really looks like Moon has been taking the study of feeding humans very seriously. Seeing him behave so much more obediently with you puts my heart at ease.) (Yes, before this he was nothing but trouble… such a terrible fish!)
(Oh, and please remember — while you're studying, don't forget to teach him some speaking and writing too. He's full of curiosity about your books and everything you're learning.)
Thank you for putting so much care into this! I have been fed very well! I'm off to share this delicious meal with the rest of my friends!
Sorry! This is my first time using Tumblr, I accidentally sent my art in before writing something. I hope you like it! Haha , I know it's a bit late for 520, but I was busy with school and just didn't finish it in time. I just want to say I really love your game, the art, lore, and the little details, I know you put in a lot of effort in it and I hope it gets the attention it deserves! I have a question in the ending of Ligne De Fuite is the Antey we see at the end the real him? because in another ending he was found dead. Lastly another question how did the mc turn into a siren? does she have to meet a specific death count in order to turn into one? Thank you for taking your time reading this, I hope you have a nice day
First: Good luck with your studies!
And: Great question!!!
1.That is the real Antey. Your idiot brother.
2.Every choice determines a branch. It is because of human choices that the story takes different paths — every ending is unique, the consequence of a specific selection. The events of different endings do not intersect or affect one another. Humans are limited by perspective and narrative, and can only observe the specific circumstances they are in.
The you in HE2 "Ligne De Fuite" is not the same you as in NE2 "THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT."
(In fact, in other NE/BEs, your brother and family also die. Sirens in their breeding season cannot tolerate humans setting foot in their territory — once you are forced to choose, or choose of your own will, the side of the sirens, your human family will inevitably perish.)
It's just like life. People are always taking responsibility for the choices they made in the last second.
Regarding the conditions for the protagonist to become a siren:
It's like putting an elephant into a refrigerator.
Step 1: Find a complete, living, fully developed and mature siren.
(An underage siren's heart is smaller due to age, and the conversion success rate is lower.)
Step 2: Cut out half of that siren's heart.
(It doesn't matter whether you use a knife or tear it out with your claws. It hurts quite a lot either way. So it's advisable to sing a few songs during the conversion to ease the pain.)
(The essence of siren song is the manipulation of energy flow. You can think of it as something like a Python control script. Singing / enchanting = controlling human consciousness.)
Step 3: Shove the heart fragment into the human's heart.
(It's less like a fusion, and more like the siren's heart devouring the human heart.)
It's more akin to a surgical operation. The protagonist has only one life from beginning to end, so there is no condition tied to death count. Within the Tides, every simulation run ends with the protagonist's death as the final settlement — so naturally, deaths wouldn't be logged.
So in truth, this story has very little to do with standard fantasy tropes, haha!
Thank you! I'll check the other ask now. I also wish you great progress with your studies! Hope you're happy every day!
"May 20th. In Chinese, the numbers 'five-two-zero' sound like 'I love you.' It started as an internet thing back in the early twenty-first century, and somewhere along the way it turned into a day where you're supposed to give gifts."
Happy 520! (Just reposting some old art today.)
Actually, the Steam store page went live today!
But—
the game build is still going through its second round of review, so the files aren't up yet.
520 is a pretty good date, honestly. I'm officially decreeing it as the anniversary day for this game.
I want to redo the PV from scratch, so I'm putting all other game-related work on hold until the new PV is done.
(The old PV I cut together myself is so embarrassingly amateurish—I genuinely can't stand watching it anymore.)
(Please don't go looking for it 😭)
I hope you are doing well .So , I am in love with your game .(≧▽≦) . I spend my weekend playing it . I am madly in love with Moon and Eclipse. AHAHAHAHHAHA HAHAHA . TRYING TO CONNECT THE HINT AND ALL IN the story . Thank you very much for making this amazing game. LWK , I want to kidnap (joking) you to my home and chat 😭 all day about LORE . SPECIALLY, ECLIPSE. I WANT HIM . HE IS SO ADORABLE .
I will COME AGAIN . Cya later on another question. Have a good day ! (✷‿✷)(*´ω｀*)
( ‵▽′)ψgive you eclipse(it's an old art from a long time ago.hhh)
Thank you! The world is bright because of angels like you!
I had a great day! *kiss
Glad to see you so engrossed, haha!
Yes all the details are connected, almost no nonsense, and the story gets more complicated after that (OH yes even my brain is starting to wrap around it)
(next time maybe I'll put in some more calculations? hm….)
I'll give you an 'e-momo' through the screen and she'll chat and play games with you!
(I do have a desk pet project called 'eclipse.exe' though)
