...

Wow.

Well, here I am once again.

These inter-dimensional time hops are quite inconvenient.

Uh, hello! I see it is the year 2017. Hm. Only two years after I enrolled here at good ol’ Psyhigh. Apologies for not being here! Oh, none of you know me? Well, let me introduce myself.

I am Scilph! Able to communicate with and raise the dead, manipulate electricity, read minds... you may also notice I am seven feet tall and, while vaguely human looking, am a scientific war machine. Well, underneath my pale, slim yet muscular, and dull-eye exterior, I have a number of stories and tales to tell and friends to make!

Many of the friends I had In my time seem to reside here no more. That, or they have taken the school’s cross-school travel opportunities! Now, me, I took an internship with Galactic Travels and Battles Agency, a well known spaceline travel and weaponry company! I’ve come back with more stories and discoveries than you can blast a Q-48 LaserBeam Arm Cannon at.

So, yes! Don’t be afraid to approach me! And do your research. My friends and I have had some fantastic adventures.

Hm.

I seem to be at a standstill.

No one seems to recognize me.

No one I know is here... except for @Nobody. Maybe.

I'm not sure how I should get started back up again. Or if I should. Should I...? I don't know.

I'm not sure what I know.

I've been gone for so long. I need interaction. I need connection with somebody, anybody.

Please respond. Even if it's to just say hello.

Tell me what's been going on. Who you are. What I've missed. If you know or remember me. What have you heard about me?

I want to be your friend.

*click*

Hello!

Oh, I'm sorry... I seem to have stumbled on the wrong place. This is Psyhigh, right?

But... everyone's so... different.

Where are @Pacifica and @*Atlantica*? Where is @Nobody? Is @Matching by Mattie still here? What about @Gretel? ...@Walls?

All I see are new faces. I don't get the looks I used to... a smile, a grin, a wave and someone saying, "Hi, Scilph!"

I just see young, new people whom are strangers to me.

Do you know who I am?

Do any of you know whom I once was?

Have you read the stories about us? Oh, we were all friends, very good, close friends. We would tailor to this universe as if it were our life's calling. Our adventures became featured... My journal has the most entries out of anyone here. *small laugh* I loved the spotlight, but didn't show it. I was thought of as... the main character.

But what good is a main character if there is no supporting cast?

Am I... alone?

I promised I would never come back. I revealed who I truly was.

Did I... did I do this? Did my leaving get rid of them?

...

Do you know whom I am?

Confusion. It spreads across my mind, quicker than light. There's something, something nagging. What did I forget? Like someone I know... someone I once knew... Hm. I can't remember. A thought at the tip of my tongue, but cannot form into words. Forgetfulness. I've always had a bad memory.

What was I talking about?

What did I forget... a light memory, text on a page, a person, a screen, characters whom I invested in. Characters whom others probably invested in. Did it matter to them like it did to me? Who knows. I couldn't break character. An unwritten rule.

A rule of what? I can't remember.

A place... a place where anything we typed came to be. If I wanted to be something, I would be her. Someone with a past like hers. A future. A life. A life like who's? I can't remember.

It was wonderful, really. I loved it.

I could be more than one person. Hell, I didn't even have to be a person. There were no boundaries. A white cat. A ghost. A failed science experiment. A black box. I loved it. But I can't pinpoint who I was, or what I was doing. I was talking. Running. Crying. Playing the ukulele. Wearing dresses. Laughing with people whom I spent hours of time with, but never saw their faces or heard their voices or knew who they were.

Was it real? Maybe a dream. I think it was a dream.

I can see my real self now. Sitting at my computer, thinking of what words to use. What do I look like? What do you think? Do you still see me as the person I said myself as? A hazy figure in your mind, and outline, a silhouette. I've said how tall I was, what color my hair is, what I wear and such. But that isn't me. That is...

That is...

...Hm.

Who was it again?

I'm not sure it matters.

I forgot all the lines I rehearsed about typing, I forgot every last reason why I wrote this. Should I have left you in the dark?

No... No, I don't think the happy one would have allowed it. I remember slight traits about these characters. The happy one... her name was an ocean. And she had a strict sister, who had the patience of an ocean. I'm sure these two were the same person- in more ways than one. Maybe the bossy one as well... the one who loved attention. I don't know.

There was also the one who forgot, like me. Sort of. I'm not her. And there was another who lived in the walls... or maybe even was the walls. As well as the quiet one who sang, who called out to me, bringing a whisp of me back, back towards who I posed as.

They do that often. I did that often, with the one who slept for what felt like a thousand years. I'm sure you remember.

There were some other characters... they didn't stay for long. They evaporated not thin air, maybe once or twice making a post, but otherwise... these were the ones I remember the most.

I remember a few things about them. I remember we made so many intricate stories in this place, every word typed so carefully. I knew they enjoyed it. They anticipated every post. The lingered on the text box, spending so much time writing with me- no, her. The character.

Hm.

When I- she, when she looked at the Journals, she felt like she was the queen, because she posted the most. Because she was at the top of the list. She felt like the main character in this story.

It's coming back to me.

But I don't need to tell you- you already know.

I don't want to know your true identities. I loved experiencing these stories through Scilph' s eyes. I loved reading each new post, and seeing all of you writing so carefully, caring about what you said.

My fascination to this universe is lost, dulled down by real life. I have spent so many hours staring at my computer, so much time reading these stories and keeping myself from the world. You have missed me, and I am sorry.

I will not continue to write. I will not continue tailoring to this universe's stories and being the hero. I will meet be someone who watches from the side, uncontributing, alone, content.

I do not want those who still exist here to leave because of me. I want you to make this place thrive, to bring life to your words and meaning to my message. Let this place flourish.

Remember me. Remember me not just as Scilph, not Morris, nor as Eralonia or Blackie.

Remember me as Alex. Remember me by my real name, but keep the people I have created in your hearts. Remember me as little girl who helped bring up our little place and did a little something to make it a lot more.

Thank you all for enriching y experience her. Atlantica and Pacifica, thank you for showing me how to experience joy, but know when to be calm. Thank you Mattie, for showing me love is everywhere. Thank you Nobody, for showing me someone invisible can be a Somebody. Thank you Gretel, for helping me let my heart sing. Thank you Jessica Moon, for showing me true friendship. Thank you everyone for noticing me.

One more thing...

Sorry I broke character.

Goodbye, and thank you.

*click*

Help.

*sigh* Hello.

My classes have become increasingly difficult. Grades are dropping more than slightly. I must study a bit more-- my knowledge is fading slowly.

I do not know why is this is happening. Stress, exhaustion, being overwhelmed... I do not know. I am sorry my posts have faltered in length and quality... I will work harder to improve.

Farewell for now.

*click*

?!

Sister? Jessica Moon?! METAMORPHOSIS?!

*heavy breathing* This... th-this is a lot to take in... uhm... Jessica. You ARE alive. You stopped posting, and I didn't see you around school. I got so worried, but I didn't say anything... but now, you're back?

And... sister? What? How? I am so confused...

I need to lie down.

*click*

...

...Normal?

Normal...

Regular. Plain. Ordinary. Natural. Typic. Routine. General. Orderly.Conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected. The usual, average, or typical state or condition.

That sounds beautiful.

{OOH! MASON GIVES JAY A LEFT HOOK WITH HIS TIGER EYE JELL-O KNUCKLES! ANDERS TAKES A SWIPE AT THEM WITH HIS DIAMOND JELL-O SPEAR, BUT MISSES! OH MAN, NOW BRAIN'S IN THE FRAY! WHOA, THAT IS ONE BIG QUARTZ JELL-O MACE! WOW!} *AIR HORNS*

Wuuuh... Morris, do you have the feeling to get into the Arena and entertain everyone with a unique halftime show?

{...Not particularly. Is Mattie using subliminal messaging? I'm sure my tinfoil hat is helping with the situation.}

I do have a strong desire to help little old her in any way, shape, or form.

~Ahh... I'm not giving up my hat. Morris, do you have any leftover tinfoil?~

{GAH! I'M ALL OUT!}

I know what I will do! I will wear a "fantabulous" cheerleader outfit and do a cheer with @*Atlantica*, @Pacifica, @Gretel, and @Nobody!

{SCILPH, NO! AS MUCH AS I WANT TO SEE YOU IN A CUTE CHEERLEADER OUTFIT, NO!}

~Pervert.~

*click*

Oh yes! I also spotted the van. I did want to go up to it, but it looked quite suspicious. I remembered what Morris taught me about "Stranger Danger". Do not worry, I am more cautious now! I know to not accept any candy from any black vans. Morris just gave me some candy himself.

{There's my lil' smartie, having common sense and stuff~}

Hee! Oh, ah... also.. I am sorry about my *ahem*... breakdown... I did not mean to bring any of you into my sad mood. I would like to keep things happier from now on! I hope that my feelings do not influence you to be sad or anxious or upset. Those are not nice feelings to have.

{Right. Er... oh, yeah. W've trained Blackie a little bit.}

Yes! We put a paper bag over his tail so it will not get ink everywhere. He is now allowed back inside! Is that not wonderful?

~It's great. I missed ya, you little freak of nature!~

*woofing*

*small ringing* {Hmm? Someone just posted a Journal entry. AH, Mattie.....}

What does it read?

{Hm. I haven't heard of Zenovia yet. Huh.Well, welcome to Psyhigh! I'd love to show you around. I'm Morris, the ghostboy. Nice to meet you.}

I am Scilph! It is a pleasure.

~I'm Eralonia, the white cat that walks on her hind legs.~

{Ah... Mattie's inviting her to be her partner.}

~I think it's a good idea. It'll add more variety.~

{You aren't worried about the danger?}

~More than anything, I'm excited.~

*LOUD SQUEALING* SPACE GEMS?!

{Scilph, Steven Universe isn't what she's talking abo--}

GEM WEAPONS! OH, MY GOODNESS! MATTIE MATTIE! M-MAY I HAVE A WEAPON OF MY CHOICE??? THAT WOULD BE WONDERFUL! AMAZING! EXTRAVAGANT! PLEASE?! A-AND NOT THE JELL-O WEAPONS! I AM RESPONSIBLE ENOUGH TO HANDLE A REAL ONE!

~Scilph, calm do--~

OOH, I WILL HAVE MY VERY OWN PEARL SWORD~! GARNET GAUNTLETS~! AN AMETHYST WHIP~! A ROSE QUARTZ SWORD AND SHEILD~! JOY!

{*sigh* She'll calm down eventually. I'll bring her to bed... anyway, Zenny, I'd love to meet you and @Castalia. I'll show you around. See you tomorrow in the Central Courtyard!}