First, the sources (another note, spoiler text is just me covering more morbid information, Aztec mythology comes with that territory):
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian_Rosenkreuz#:~:text=Christian%20Rosenkreuz%20(also%20spelled%20Rosenkreutz,early%20in%20the%2017th%20century.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C4%AAtzp%C4%81p%C4%81l%C5%8Dtl
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Promotion_(chess)
https://mythlok.com/itzpapalotl/
I'll explain all of these by the order of the articles I linked, so first, Christian Rosenkreuz. His story is identical to Signora, or well the first part of it. Aside from her name being derrived from his last name and the Rosicrucianism philosophy, they are both scholars who traveled from Germany (Mondstadt) to Persia (Sumeru), discovering knowledge that would immortalize them figuratively and literally (Signora becoming an elemental and Christian's body being preserved perfectly even after his death). While he is an allegorical figure, his name being possibly fake too, it's worth noting that he is her most relevant inspiration, but not the one relevant to Natlan.
Her inspiration that is the actually relevant to Natlan is the goddess of death and resurrection, Ītzpāpālōtl. Honestly, there is so much aligning inspiration that I wouldn't be shocked if there was an Ītzpāpālōtl like god revealed in Natlan. The most basic similarities are:
-both are represented by moths, and Signora has the Itzpāpālōtl moth in the part of her concept art that was shown at an event in China.
-Ītzpāpālōtl is usually reffered to as the obsidian butterfly, and Signora used to be a cooled down elemental of liquid fire (lava cooled down turns into obsidian)
-The goddess is usually described as a pale, seductive woman who can turn into a monster of clawed wings (Signora's boss form has black pointed ends to her wings)
-Aside from death and resurrection Ītzpāpālōtl is the patron goddess of witches, and a formidable sorceress herself. She also consumed souls, which is rather similar to Signora filling her time piece with spirits.
-Last but pretty important, both are fond of children. Signora has her fondness of Arlecchino's adopted children, and Ītzpāpālōtl's realm is a paradise for victims of infant mortality , aside from also being the place where humans were created.
While they aren't 1 to 1 copies (Itzpāpālōtl usually has black hair while Signora's is blonde), they're pretty much 80% related to put it simply. Genshin impact usually takes lots of inspiration from religious and mythological sources (Childe is based on Ajax the great and Ajax the lesser, Deshret's retainers are based on both Egyptian gods and could be a reference to king Solomon summoning demons to assist him), I fully expect this connection to be explpred which is why we heard very little of Signora before Natlan, while she also has all of these native American influences. The main reason this is the case is that Natlan is clearly inspired by mainly southern America and Mexico, and Ītzpāpālōtl is a pretty relevant goddess in Aztec mythology.
Last but not least, Signora's chess piece in the winter night's lazzo trailer matches the position needed to promote a pawn to another chess piece of the same colour. This leads me to believe that Signora will resurrect with a huge powerup and possible divinity while still staying a closer ally of the fatui even if she quits being a harbinger. The argument that could be made against this is that Signora's piece fell over, but right as Pierro was about to remove it one of her moths landed on it. Even if we ignore all other mythological references and artifact + item descriptions, this scene specifically is some of the biggest proof there is to Signora's come back.
I don't have a full theory, but with Signora having resurrection symbolism and being specifically based on southern American and Aztec mythology, while her only German influence is related to esoteric concepts, my conclusion is that her most likely, and possibly planned all along spot for resurrection is Nathan. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

Have you ever really stopped to think that this isn't it? The few selected are the ones at the top, with all the money and endless resources to actually have a "good life." But for most of us, the rest of humanity outside of that 1% margin, we only struggle. Paying endless bills with almost no money left to do anything that would make us feel remotely better or good. Life itself, man, everything is just so messed up. The amount of bullshit that this actually is, everything we see around us on a daily basis, it doesn't even seem or feel real.
Fake people, fake friends and relatives, backstabbers, lies after lies, capitalism, wars, diseases; one must have a perfect body, a perfect face, a good job, a diploma and so on... And for what? Fuck our mental health I guess to do all these things and keep on going with a smile on our faces!
Things have stopped making sense to me, and this emptiness inside of me just keeps growing by the minute. I don't know how much longer I can take it.

...thanks to you guys. I've been lurking the sub for a while, but I wanted to share my perspective and, who knows, maybe it will help someone. Bear with my anger for a bit.
Tw: body dysphoria
I (23F/NB?) live in a relatively progressive country. I have a nice family, nice friends, and my childhood was fairly normal.
However, I was an early bloomer. My boobs grew overnight, and I got my period when I was about 11. I remember everyone in my family celebrating the fact that "I was a woman now", even if all I could think about was the sheer amount of horror I felt when I looked at the blood-stained toilet paper. Now I know they didn't have any ill intentions, it's just the way society sees girls. So, the moment I hit puberty something clicked: my body was not mine anymore. It would never be mine again. My boy friends in school stopped talking to me. One of them came to me one day, looked at my boobs and said "woah, you are hot", and then ignored me for the rest of the year.
Now, I guess this is a universal experience for most people with a uterus. For some reason, we stop being kids way earlier than boys. Pervs honk when they see us walking down the street, or they stare at our boobs when they are talking to us. They don't give a sh*t that we are basically children.
The word I would use now to describe how I felt would be alienated. I was a nerd, so I was only approached by guys at least five or ten years older than me. They liked me because I was girly and guillible. It felt wrong. I felt like something was extremely wrong inside me. For a while, I stopped using the term "bisexual" and started considering myself a lesbian. I felt kind of better, but again, the women who approached me were far more "masculine" and wanted me to roleplay as the girl of the relationship. It felt awful.
On top of that, I started feeling extremely dysphoric. I hated my boobs, I hated my long hair, my soft voice and gentle manners. But most of all, I hated that my biology was flawed to the point where I would always be weaker than your average man. I felt useless and defenseless. What do you mean that any man could just throw me around if he wanted to? That thought still haunts me.
Recently, I reconnected with an ex boyfriend I broke up with because I was just so f*cking disgusted by myself, my body and my gender. We are dating again, and I'm extremely grateful for the fact that I'm comfortable enough to allow myself love and intimacy. I think that's partly because he's bi too, so he wouldn't care about whatever choices I end up making. He is CF, and I was a fence sitter until I met him. I always said "yeah, not gonna get pregnant. If I ever want kids, I'll just adopt". But I guess that my mind was still wired that way, and, deep down, I knew that everyone expected me to have bio children.
It's hard to be CF and "neutral" (speaking in terms of gender presentation) when everywhere you see moms just talking about the miracle of life. My reproductive organs disgust me because they remember me that nature made me to host a parasite inside my guts. Your average cisgender guy will live a life without experiencing the horrors that I (and half of the population) am bound to live with. What do you mean that these sacks of fat hanging from my chest not only hurt when I run or jump, but also make me feel like a sex object? What do you mean that I'll bleed monthly for 30 more years and then my body will fck me up in a bunch of other ways? What do you mean that my hormones can just control my mood and energy levels... forever? It's just so unfair. It's so fcking unfair. I could literally die from childbirth complications or post partum depression.
Not only do we have to cope with biological disadvantages, we also have to cope with the patriarchy! For a while, I tried to deal with my dysphoria by being ultrafeminine, but I felt like I was wearing costumes. It doesn't help that the image of the "empowered, independent woman" is a typically attractive, skinny and hot woman that appeals to the male gaze. I could never feel like an empowered woman if I was hairy and covered my boobs and chopped my hair myself at 3 a.m. with some kitchen scissors.
But yesterday I had a revelation. I was reading some rants in here that talked about dysphoria and the idea of pregnacy being "body horror". I found out I have a very bad case of tokophobia. But after reading how a lot of people are really happy and lead fulfilling lives being CF, I just kind of... Realized that I could be happy too. I guess I stopped being on the fence. Jesus, I can't imagine myself having to wake up at an ungodly hour because a random kid that lives in my house is crying. But I guess I said "whatever, maybe when I'm 30 or 35 the maternal instinct will kick in". Well fck no! Now that I have a CF boyfriend, I imagine my life in 10 or 20 years, I see myself having savings, fur babies and all the time in the world to play videogames, go on dates with my bf and just... Live life. I thought about my CF aunt, and how she spends the afternoons tending to her plants, painting and going out with friends. I realized that I could be more than my body, that I had a choice... In hindsight, it sounds kind of stupid. Of course I have a choice. But, when you grow up feeling like your body is: -a vessel for a parasite that will, no doubt, fck up your body -a sexual object -a fucked up machine with maaany flaws, especially when you compare yourself to men
God, it's so fucking hard to snap out of it. I'm so happy that I'm not alone in this journey. It's not easy, but I'm starting to accept myself. I don't even care about being considered a woman again, now that I understand that my dysphoria is mainly social. There's nothing wrong with my body, and there's also nothing wrong with finding it kind of gross and despising the idea of pregnancy. My boyfriend doesn't see me as a vessel or an object, he sees me as a human being. Maybe I was just unlucky in my past relationships, or maybe society sucks.
God, sorry for the long rant. If you are reading this, know that there's hope. I'm only at the beginning of this journey, but I feel like a weight was lifted from my weary shoulders.
Thank you for reading!

Good marrow, bonelickers!
Early last month I announced the 19th Speedlang Challenge. I broke the mould with it a little bit by confining how the ambitious among you would actually put together your speedlangs rather than defining a number of requisite features. The bulk of this process had speedlangers root all their creative linguistic decisions in a small set of natlangs, and these natlangs specifically had to be native to areas representative of a chosen clade of organisms. To ensure the clade of organisms was well represented, I also asked for a number of lexical items and conceptual metaphors that had to be specifically inspired by the clade in some way, as well as some aspect of the phonology.
Like last time, I'll provide my thoughts about what I think makes each submission special and the features I particularly like. Afterwards, I'll quickly review what was inspired by the chosen clade, in case that has any bearing on what you kind readers might like to check out, and give out brownie points for any easter eggs I spot, whether intended or not.
Overall this has been a deeply creative round of submissions and I learned a lot, both things I set out to achieve when I thought up this particular challenge. I hope it was just as rewarding a challenge for everyone who submitted as it was for me getting to read up on each entry, and I hope it will be the same for anyone who reads up on them, too.
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Seba Bàsa by Miacomet

Gyps (griffon vultures); Chamic, Bengali, Santali & Mundari
With a name including the element Bàsa, I knew this had to have Indic flavours of one sort of another, and indeed it does! This conlang is largely Austronesian in origin with sound changes from Old Cham, but it has a lot of Bengali influence and is well situated in the Indian subcontinent, and I greatly appreciate the nod to Parsi funerary traditions as an inspiring reason for choosing Gyps. Amusingly, this conlang has many features that fit right into the inspiration for the last speedlang challenge, which I find just delightful, with some split-S marking, dative enclitics, and grammaticalised constructions for simultaneous and sequential events, and light pronouns. Therebeside, the historical clipping, CVK syllable structure, postpositional pronouns, and aspectual auxiliaries speak to sensibilities in my own conlanging, and the dissimilation processes in some of the affixes are a nice touch, too. I'm also a big of fan just how the split-S system is implicated in some verbal polysemy, and I really like how the few voices seem kinda muddy but have clear use cases. What really sets this conlang apart, though, is the consideration paid to the effect of prestige languages. Some phonemes are restricted to loanwords from the local prestige language, and one is even only confined to prestige language-educated speakers, which causes some allophony other speakers don't have. Loaning processes are detailed, too, and the number and classifier system also draws nice lines along the prestige axis with a total of 3 parallel number systems, spread out across both divisions of native vs. loaned classifiers, which themselves have specific semantic domains they each classify, and across divisions of prestige language education. The story at the end, too, is a real treat: it's a translation of Hindu vulture myth, perfect for this project.
Seba Bàsa's Gyps-inspired phonology includes the development of creaky voice from the loss of glottals, glottalised consonants, and final /s/ in Old Cham to recall vulture cries. It's inspired lexicon includes some fun polysemy of vulture behaviours like circling = waiting or sheepling = looking for something desirable. I'm also a big fan of kite (the bird) = messy eater. It's inspired conceptual metaphors include dividing the beginning, middle, and end of a process into eating skin, meat, and bones, respectively, and equating head height/position with one's health or comfortableness as inspired by how vultures droop their heads when ill.
We're starting off string with double brownie points for meeting both the space epic easter egg by calquing the Ewokese word for 'outsider' and the empress easter egg by referring to Buddha's Birthday!
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Kogëdek by u/Porpoise_God

Setonix & Macropodidae more generally (quokkas + kangaroos & wallabies); Noongar, Pitjantjatjara, Wajarri, Guugu Yimithirr, Miriwoong, Guniyandi, Dyirbal, Mbabaram
Aside from the one splant you'll soon see, I think this entry gets the prize for the most unique chosen clade by being A) not a bird, and B) not an ungulate. As great as birds are, quokkas are pretty amazing, too. I'm not too familiar with Pama-Nyungan languages but this did a good job of affecting some of the features I've come to know them for, including but not limited to the phonological natural classes of peripheral vs. coronal, coverb constructions, and the word for 'dog' bearing a striking similarity to English. Split-ergativity features across the noun-pronoun axis, and there's a unique set of duals that specifically refer to sibling, parent-child, or spousal pairs of individuals that I might have to steal for myself. The case marking includes a lative case I haven't seen before, and implicates the comitative in a neat way in comparative constructions. I also appreciate the what-looks-to-be resumptive subject pronominal proclitics; very speedlang 18, and a great example of a fossilised mistake, which I always love to see! The verbs also feature multiple conjugations, and the imperative is implicated for its tenselessness in certain subclause constructions, which has a certain type of quirkiness I'd expect out of some past speedlang challenges.
Kogëdek's Setonix-inspired phonology included a /ç/ in the proto-lang, which bears some resemblance to quokka calls, although it was lost to /s/ and /x/ in the modern language. The inspired lexical entries include roots for different kinds of macropods and styles of jumping, and conflates jumping with breathing. Some of the idioms include "pouch-baby" for pejorative "mama's-boy" and using kangaroo badassery as a metaphor for all sorts of less than ideal situations.
Brownie points for a particularly insidious word-form for 'father'.
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Yatakang by Lichen

Bubalus (water buffaloes); Hindi-Urdu, Thai, Vietnamese, Khmer, Burmese, Malay
This one's a little rough around the edges, but it's a good foundation for a nice mix of both SEA features, like the isolating morphosyntax, and unique features, like the class agreement system. It's also got clicks limited to avoidance speech! Diachronics from a proto-lang where considered, and I really like how the typologies of the inspo langs were used as targets for the sound changes. I'll have to keep this workflow in mind! Some of the sound changes include expanding the number of stop contrasts to match the average number of contrasts, or eroding the number of vowels to match that of Malay. Phonotactics were carefully considered with full structures for both mono- and disyllables as well as bare roots vs. compound stems. Grammatically, morphology is mostly limited to a host of different reduplication patterns, which in itself is something I'd really like to see more of! Where this really shines, though, is with its agreement system: nouns are sorted into a 3x2 matrix of 6 classes, portmanteau agreement particles mark for the class of both the subject and the object, the system implicates the social hierarchies common to many SEA languages, and the position of the particle marks modality. Incredibly inspired to pack all that into a set of maybe 36 particles, if you ask me, never mind how it helps to disambiguate fluid word class and how it might be implicated in future plans for Indonesian object-oriented verbs. I'm also a fan of how the temporal question verb patterns like an agreement particle to mark for tense by co-opting the modality marking. We also get some prosody-syntax interfacing with different pitch contours at clause boundaries operating as different sorts of conjunctions.
Yatakang's Bubalus-inspired phonology includes a combination of creaky voice and syllabic nasals to affect a mooing phonaesthetic. The lexical entries exhibit some nice semantic drift from water buffalo activities and behaviours towards more human behaviours, and the planned phrase of hat-hand stroke fur for "suddenly realise a problem, and then pretend there isn't one" just feels exactly like an observation a water buffalo would make observing its human, which I really like. The inspired metaphors are also simple and straightforward, likening roundedness to goodness or knowledge to food, which makes for some brilliantly idiomatic language like "I ate the book" to mean "I read and understood the contents of the book."
Extra brownie points for including both halves of the space epic easter egg to placate both sides of nerddom; the term 'tax-man' is everything it ought to be.
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Kurikiri by Jjommoma

Casuariiformes (cassowaries and emus); Dhuwal, Motu, Tok Pisin
Compared to most other entries, this one's very short and sweet with some Australian sounds and some head-final Papuan grammar (however loose a description that is). That being said, Kurikiri is very inventive in being partially signed with much of its grammatical marking encoded by actions done with the foot, including number, case, definiteness, and some basic TAM.
Aside from the cassowary foot action grammar markers, as well as some lexical entries there-related, Kurikiri also equates flightedness to being ostentatious, disdaining flighted birds out of envy, which I think is a fun thought process for these terrestrially confined birds. There's also some neat phonosemantics in the taboo word for predator being especially difficult to pronounce.
This wasn't the intent, but I'm giving some space epic brownie points for the foot grammar if for nothing else than that it reminds me of Paul Frommer's Thark from John Carter and its telepathic grammatical and verbal lexical expression.
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Whaynisiday by u/Fimii

Spheniscidae (penguins); Māori, Xhosa, Quechua
What do you do when the entire population of penguins achieves human-like levels of intelligence after some gene splicing and they start calling for a language to call their own? Why, you do exactly what the prompt of this challenge asks for and combine the languages native to the homeland of the blue, african, and humboldt penguins! The write up for this conlang does a great job of pointing out what features are from which language exactly, and plays a fun balancing game between some of the phonological and grammatical extremes in its sourcelangs. In so doing it has a few quirks that really tickle the intersection of my linguist and conlanger venn diagram, specifically the presence of what I'd have to interpret as onset morae, as well as semantic noun class marked solely through agreement (which is very Varamm, so I'm not at all biased towards it). There's a handful of fun, rare cases, and the simulative mood fits right into the inspirations for the last challenge to create some vaguely Tupian simultaneous actions. There's a bunch more little grammatical bits that are fun, but impressionistically I appreciate how the more isolating grammar of Māori was incorporated into the synthetic common ground of the other 2 sourcelangs.
Whaynisiday's Spheniscidae-inspired phonology includes a couple syringeal sounds to complement the otherwise human capable inventory. The highlighted lexical entries pay special attention to how penguins locomote with basic stems for different kinds of movement options both on land and in the water, as well as a split in breathing for whether its on land at rest or in the water being active. The conceptual metaphors include a great model of time with the past on land and the future in the inky depths, and the very adorable notion that safety = community, and so naturally a farewell would be a wish of friendship.
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Poro by The Inky Baroness

Rangifer tarandus subsp. (domestic reindeers); Proto-Samic, Komi-Zyrian, Tundra Nenets, Chukchi
Where do I even begin with this one? I was excited to read this one when I first received it, but it was even better than I could have hoped when I got round to reading it! Although, not for any linguistic reasons: the first half of the doc reminds me of Gillian Teft's Anthro-Vision as an anthropological account of reindeers written by a fictitious Finnish researcher rather than any sort of sketched reference grammar, which I love dearly. The latter half, meanwhile, goes into great detail about what went into the first half, including all sorts of motivations or reasons for the decisions made. Some diachrony is detailed, as well as the effects of language contact rooted in actual historical events relevant to the chosen sourcelangs, which is just great to see. I loved the ways in which each of the different sourcelangs were all represented in the final product with it being Samic in origin but including some phonological and grammatical borrowings from Komi and Nenets like the lack of consonant gradation, the verb-final syntax, some vowel changes, and a fantastic predestinative affix that interacts with the conceptualisation of time in some neat ways. All the while, care was taken to do a wealth of research at every step in the process with a fairly extensive bibliography. Hoof clicks all around for this one!
Poro's Rangifer-inspired phonology includes a deer bellow as some sort of epiglottal obstruent that actually patterns with the Nenets glottal stop, as well as some other approximated reindeer vocalisations including what I presume to be grunts or chuffs, both oral and nasal. Care was also taken to think about what a fully reindeerised descendant of Proto-Samic would look like as accords with the included etiological myth for reindeers and reindeer husbandry, but this was well beyond the scope of a speedlang. The lexical entries include all sorts of terms for reindeer physiology, including but not limited to antler velvet, different types of vocalisations, and hoof clicks. These lexical entries feature in some wonderful idioms using antlers to describe social hierarchy, useful- or uselessness, and glibness or malicious intent, as well as an equivalent to "when pigs fly": "to catch a bird between one's hooves."
Extra brownie points both for the nominal hierarchical exaltation of mothers baked into reindeer culture and inclusion of an anti-imperialist message in promoting the research of the under-represented and often stigmatised language and culture of traditionally reindeer herding peoples. Also do keep an eye out for Dr. Dolittle easter eggs: Inky will reward you handsomely if you can spot one!
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Kiwi by NerpNerp

Apteryx & Novaeratitae more broadly (kiwis + cassowaries & emus); English, Māori, Traditional Tiwi, Miriwoong, Bardi
Given the number of bird entries with Indo-Pacific flavours, I'm almost half surprised this was the only kiwi entry: they're such good birbs! As might be expected, this conlang endeared itself to me just as its namesake does. The phonology has all sorts of trills and rhotics, and limits itself to high vowels; it's also got some neat phrase level prosody to mark different sorts of modal information and focus, even including an intrusive glottal stop at the sentence level. Noun incorporation is varied and detailed, and can create some polysynthetic constructions as a consequence of just how exactly the rest of the otherwise fairly analytic morphosyntax works. I'm a particular fan of the deictic categories including 7 different degrees of deixis characterising both distance and motion, and I'm also a fan of of the grammaticalised time of day. Heximal numbers and coverb constructions also feature. There's even a kiwi-capable featural alphabet that each of the examples show off!
Kiwi's Apteryx-inspired phonology includes the trills and high vowels being inspired by kiwi calls and I imagine a little of their anatomy with those long, thin bills. The inspired lexemes include specific types of smells humans can't detect at the expense of any colour terms, reflecting kiwis nocturnal, smell-based lifestyles. The idioms for "a long time ago" or "once upon a time" is absolutely delightful--"when kiwis flew"--and the grammaticalised time of day subdivides the night but not the day, as might be expected from a nocturnal beastie.
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Asamiin by Christian Evans

Asamina (pawpaws); Ottawa, Unami, Tuscarora, Mikasuki, Chitimacha, Timucua
The speech that nourishes! And a splant, too, no less; I was hoping for at least one of these! This one's made all the better by delving into some Eastern North American languages and I really like the flavours this lends itself to. Syncope is abound with all sorts of morphological obfuscation through detailed phonological processes, and animacy plays a key role in the verb complex. Care was also taken to find a phonological common ground between all the sourcelangs, which made for a really interesting set of vowels with a basic 6 vowel inventory, but with 2 nasal vowels that can surface as vocalic allophones to the nasal consonants. The grammar is fairly straightforward but has a few quirks that I really appreciate, including but not limited to the fluid O placement to make for some syntactic focusing strategies I so adore and the optional, enclitic case marking narrowed by various postpositions used as another, separate means of focus. Overall just really well laid out and the formatting is really cute, something I've now come to expect after Yumpịku last time.
Asamiin's Asamina-inspired phonology includes a pharyngeal approximant to recall the really long taproot pawpaws grow, as well as regressive sibilant harmony to recall the mimicry the flowers employ to attract pollinators, both of which are some really inspired departures from the sourcelangs.
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Ekaangäq by Atyx

Haliaeetus pelagicus (Steller's sea eagle); Chukchi, Alyutor, Koryak, Itelmen, Ainu, Nivkh, Evenki, Uilta
A bird that escapes any Indo-Pacific flavours? Well I'll be! Instead of South Pacific this one gives all sorts of North Pacific energy being spoken by a population of eaglefolk native to the Sea of Okhotsk and representative of the languages spoken along its coasts. The Ainu flavours are especially strong with both an Ainu-based consonant inventory and a kana orthography, among others. The vowels also show some interesting lopsidedness with 2 creaky vowels complementing an otherwise fairly straightforward 6 vowel system that feature in a front-back vowel harmony system, though I'm a real fan of the sandhi rules at word boundaries that cause all sorts of fun consonant alternations. Word stress is also detailed and has funky placement rules at odds with my understanding of theoretical prosodic processes! Grammatically there's a few quirks that really stand out to me and tickle my curiosity: a dual distinction on the nouns but not in the pronouns, and polypersonal agreement in a transitive alignment system, the only departure from direct, accusative, and/or ergative alignment in this round of submissions. I also appreciate some of the syncretism in the pronouns!
Ekkangäq's Haliaeetus-inspired phonology includes entirely unrounded vowels and a lack of any labial consonants to reflect the speakers have beaks, as well as the 2 creaky vowels as rooted in their physiology, a common theme for this challenge. The lexicon includes some distinctions between diving and eating as it applies to different kinds of prey. The conceptual metaphor, though, I think is really great equating the passage of time with ice: an iceberg calving off a glacier is birth, melting is ageing, and melting all away is dying. Great stuff!
I think I actually have to give negative brownie points for this one: as much as I appreciate 3 separate orthographies (Kana, Cyrillic, Latin) for some historicity, they are all at odds with the anti-imperialism the brownie criterion requires, and there's no girl power to balance it out.
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Taqồpaq by accruenewblue

Gallus (jungefowl); Hindi-Urdu, Burmese, Thai, Punjabi, Tamil, Indonesian
I'm a little surprised this is, I think, the only truly tonal submission despite all the SEA birds, and it's less synthetic than most in this round of submissions. In either case, this one does a great job of illustrating some tonogenesis and some recent and still very transparent synthetic developments from a formerly isolating language. The tones are simple registers, but they interact with morae in some neat rightwards reassigning sandhi patterns, and they complement a system of 12 vowels in a 3x2x2 matrix of height, frontedness, and roundedness. There's even some vocalic nasal allophones (which is twice now in this round of submissions), and labial consonant-vowel harmony to boot! Grammatically I greatly appreciate all the call-outs for similarities to natural languages, and I wanna shout-out the use of a positive tag question instead of negative. The numbers have this funky sexagesimal base with an octal sub-base and remnants of an old decimal sub-base, which recalls some of the duodecimal remnants in the otherwise decimal system of many European languages.
Taqồpaq's Gallus-inspired phonology includes the tonal system being described as recalling a rooster's crow. The lexicon includes roots for all things chicken, including using the word for 'wattle' as a classifier for hanging things, which is so delightfully what I wanted out of this challenge. The more idiomatic language makes use of chicken behaviours as descriptors: dust baths are metaphors for something useful but not everyone's cup of tea, and continuing to brood after the chicks have hatched is a metaphor for doing a good thing so long it has negative consequences.
Extra brownie points for exalting queen Trưng, first queen of Vietnam, and a nationalist hero who fought against Chinese imperialism. Double whammy right there!
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Ngālin by u/borago_officinalis

Aptenodytes forsteri (emperor penguins); Awabakal, Māori, Norwegian
We already had a penguin splang but this one's a nice twist by focusing on the territorial claims of Antarctica rather than the ranges of more temperate inclined penguins where there are actually native languages. This does a great job of shirking the indigenous implication in the language selection step of the challenge (although I'm very glad to see no English or Spanish), so there's a really neat mix of isolating Māori particles with a fusional Germanic verbal system, and I was able to easily pick up on both reading through the doc. The verb system actually pleases me greatly with a strong/weak contrast and a V2 word order wherein the strong verbs mark tense through stem change and the weak verbs with a tense auxiliary, all whilst maintaining a very Polynesian aesthetic despite the very Germanic number of vowels. The Māori possessive system is also really fun, I think. I can't speak to the Awabakal influences, but I was able to pick up on the one, tiny Mapudungan influence of tone tag particles before it was even explicitly mentioned! Not sure where the negation system came from, but it implicates the weak verbs in a way I so adore. Really sweet, despite the fun grim facts about emperor penguin hatchlings, and I found this one just darling. The myth at the end about how penguins lost their ability to fly is also real treat and is a perfect fit for the project.
Ngālin doesn't have any A. forsteri-inspired phonology, but it makes up for it with the inspired lexicon and idiomatic language. The emperor penguin breeding cycle is detailed with translations for all the important terms along the way, including but not limited to the ritual of transferring egg from mother to father and "motherless" to refer to a newborn, whose mother hasn't yet returned from the sea. There's some great, everyday idioms elided down from full phrases for greeting and consoling another penguin being "which way?" and "next year", and conceptualising a long distance as specifically the distance from colony to see is a nice touch. I also appreciate how the relationship between creche-mates is more important than that between (half-)siblings.
I have to give queen exaltation brownie points purely for the one illustrative example of āmā o pipa "hatchling's mum" grammatically indicating the senior authority of an empress penguin.
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Honourable Mention

I've been kept somewhat apprised of a Urile (North Pacific cormorants) splang by u/PastTheStarryVoids. It's still very much in the works, but it sounds funky with both some polysynthetic flavours, no doubt inspired by some PNW languages, I imagine, and some formorant (cormorant formant) analysis! Keep an eye out for it, I'm sure it'll grace the sub in due time!
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And that's everything I've seen in the time I put together this showcase. I know there were a few among you all who felt inspired but couldn't put anything together during the course of this challenge. I remember mention of a banana and a tree kangaroo splang on the announcement post. If anyone ever uses the challenge to inspire a future project of theirs, please keep me apprised! I'd be interested in seeing them if for nothing else than to see some more projects outside of South Asian and Oceanian birds, as great as those birbs are. I can't believe I didn't see a single monotreme or non-ungulate eutherian, and that there weren't any non-avian reptiles or anything fully aquatic! And no fossil clades, too, for that matter! I'm positive there are the makings of some really funky splangs if the relevant modern continental and climactic boundaries didn't yet exist.
In any case, I hope all parties involved had a great deal of fun through the course of this challenge! I know I did! Until next marrow, bonelickers!

Does anyone else ever have the feeling they may have a seizure about to happen in the morning? I have come to realize it’s just an out of body experience. I have to tell myself, “it’s ok. You are here. Your body is here.” It’s a really odd feeling. Feeling like I am hovering over my body, like I am not actually in my body. I know I’m not having a seizure, but just a feeling mainly when I wake, that I am not connected to my human body. Anyone ever feel that way?

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Beautiful game, where you help out a little guy with his problems. Nice graphics, very relaxed game, great puzzles & variety, sweet story. One of my favorite VR game so far.
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Richie’s Plank Experience

The quintessential VR experience imo. You - a wooden plank - high up at the edge of a skyscraper. That's it. Again, perfect for friends and family and always funny to see, how your body reacts to the illusion of height. Has additional game modes, which I have jet to try.
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BRINK Traveler

Travel to lovely locations around the world, enjoy a nice view and learn a few things. Perfect for beginners and to show of VR to your family & friends.
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Spacefolk City

Cute Citybuilder… in Spaaaace. Build in every direction (even upside down) and watch adorable tiny Aliens move into your floating city. Fulfill their needs and expand your city. Great funky Soundtrack too! Missions, Free Play and passthrough mode available.
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Traffic Jams

Very funny game with great cartoon graphics. Easy to pick up, simple controls and very obvious in terms of what you have to do, but turns (positively) hectic in no time. Be the traffic warden you never knew you wanted to be or let them all crash and enjoy the carnage. ;)
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Ragnarock / Ragnaröck

Viking, music, rhythm game. Use hammers on drums to cheer on your boat. Great Metal soundtrack (Wind Rose, Alestorm, Gloryhammer) with a variety of different styles. You can add custom tracks via two easy to use websites.
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Time Stall

Funny Sci-Fi game with the robot crew on a 'build for humans' space cruise ship and a slow motion mechanic to save the day. Good humor, creative ways to solve the puzzles and adorable little robots which need you to save them.
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Chaos Magus

Brand new game just released to the app lab as Early Access. Use magical elements to form weapons or spells and fight monsters. Waves of different enemies, with some boss monsters in between.
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Asgard's Wrath 2

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Star Wars: Tales from the Galaxy's Edge

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Last thing I will post about this.. but I just.. I need this out. I feel so hurt rn.. and I need some comfort. I wanna stop crying.
I need a friend of someone to talk to.. so if anyone dms is open let me know. I lost most of my friends when I met my abusive ex... and my parents wouldn't understand this. So I have no one to talk to about these things.
But some one suggested I write out what I wanted to say to him.. and I did.. but.. im gonna post here now cause this hurts too much. But i just want it out there.
To the only one I had true feelings for.
You were there for me when I felt alone. When I felt unloved and like my only mark in life would be that of the reject. Somone who always pushed away. Someone who is only a blip on others radar.
I loved you the most. But I wasn't ready for you. I wasn't ready for anyone and I could tell. You had your whole life together. You seemed healed from your past heartbreak. I felt like you could reeally relate to mine. You had such a wonderfull character and personality. It overwhelemed me...
No one has ever treated me like I was a human... like I was a person...
I have either been abused.. used.. or objectied. Where the other side would only seem interested in my body. Never my mind. Never my feelings. Never my thoughts or dreams. But it was different with you.
You are the first.. you were the first... i mean. The first to make me feel such a way. You will always have a special place in my mind.. in my heart. I didn't know you for long... but you made the largest impact.
You are a great guy. You have your life figured out.. your stable... your kind and caring.. your sweet... you go out of your way for others. You try to be the best that you can. I admire that deeply. Because it's a rarity in this world. I told you this once before.... but any girl would be lucky to have such a guy. Any friend should cherish you and keep you close.
I miss you deeply... and if I did hurt you somehow.. then im sorry. I just wasn't ready for love.. i wanted to be healthy. I didn't want to continue the cycle of pain or abuse. I just didn't know how to tell you at the time. So I ended it with the excuse that work would be in the way... and im sorry. But I didn't want you to worry about me. You already healed from one deep heart break.. I didn't want to add.
It was my time to heal.
I love you.
I would say loved but.. I think I always will love you. I know what these feelings are... and I know that they won't go away.
I love you. You will always have a special place in my mind.. in my heart and soul. I look back with the time I shared with you, with fond memories and pleasant feelings.
I miss you. I will always miss you. Im sorry I wasn't healed enough when I met you.
I understand the saying now... when you meet the one, but at the wrong time.
Does it sting sooo bad. It hurts so bad.
But if you love something... you have to let it go. But I miss you.. and I wished our paths would meet again.
I wished I had a 2nd chance with you, I would do anything. Any work. Any effort. To be with a guy like you.
So to the only guy that made me feel safe, comfortable, understood, and like I had meaning...
I love you, and I miss you so deeply.

Aidin didn't need another cautionary tale about the Phaal, but he could tell from the slight crinkle of Isa's forehead that he was about to hear one.
"There's something else you should know," she said.
So predictable. "If you're going to tell me how deadly-"
"It's not that," she interrupted, and it suddenly occurred to Aidin that he was probably just as predictable to her as she was to him. "It's something else. Something worse."
"What's worse than-"
"They can read minds. They can read your mind. Human minds. They might be reading your mind right now."
"I see," nodded Aidin, digesting the information. "Actually, I don't think I do see. Why is that worse?"
"Because the only way we're getting out of here is if you can beat them at Phaal's Poker."
Aidin and Isa were sat on the floor of a holding cell, but it was unlike any of the cells they'd found themselves in before. And they'd found themselves in plenty. For most artefact dealers, there was a fine line between running a successful operation and staying on the right side of The Expanse's arbiters. Usually you had to pick one.
Their cell was shaped like the number 8, with two, circular chambers separated by a gap just wide enough to squeeze a human arm through. They could've passed items to each other had they been allowed to keep anything worth passing. Instead, all they'd exchanged so far were words and glances. And thoughts.
Each half of the cell was empty save from a polymer bucket, and a singular light hung in the gap, half-heartedly illuminating both halves at the same time.
It was hard for either of them to know how long they'd been there. There were no windows, and besides, time moved strangely in these far-flung corners of The Expanse. Still, Aidin's stomach had given way to a deep, aching growl. They'd clearly been here for too long.
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Phaal's Poker. Aidin had only heard the rumours. Invented by the Phaal, mastered by the Phaal. It was said that nobody could beat them at their own game, least of all humans, and now he understood why. How do you deceive something that knows what you're thinking?
"Can't you play?" asked Aidin.
Isa shook her head. "They can't read me. They'll insist on playing you."
Aidin's eyes dropped and settled on his moaning gut. He was used to hunger, but this felt different. Like his body had resorted to feeding on itself.
"Right. Excellent. And if I lose?"
Isa raised an eyebrow. "Don't lose."
Aidin sighed. This was not what he had envisioned when he took the job, but jobs like this rarely went as planned. That much he knew. "So what're the rules?"
"Ah, yes." Isa straightened, her eyes widening with an enthusiasm that felt at odds with their current predicament. "It's actually a rather elegant game."
"Well then, lucky me," said Aidin, his patience eroding with every gurgling hunger pang. Isa persevered.
"Two players face each other. Each player takes a coin - but it can be anything small and flat - and places it - secretly, mind - into one of their hands - or whatever they use to hold stuff." Isa's excitement continued to build. "You win by finding your opponent's coin and tricking them into missing yours."
"What if you both find each other's coins?"
"Then the game starts again. Same if both players get it wrong, but-" she caught herself. "But-"
"-Phaal don't get it wrong." offered Aidin.
Isa slumped back against the wall. "No, they don't. At least, not when they're playing humans."
"So if the Phaal never miss, it means I can't win," reasoned Aidin. "I can only delay the inevitable by forcing a rematch."
"Yes. That's the long and short of it," said Isa. "But perhaps..." she trailed off, and Aidin interrogated the slight narrowing of her eyes. He'd seen that squint before.
"You've got an idea, haven't you?" he said.
"What if," ventured Isa, "there is a way?" At this she stood up, her dormant bones clicking back into action. She paced back and forth across the diameter of her half of the cell, moving in and out of Aidin's view through the small gap that separated them. Her lips moved silently, her fingers traced patterns in the air.
"I'm listening," said Aidin, veiling his intense relief as best he could. She always had an idea. "Whenever you're ready."
After what felt to Aidin like an age, Isa stopped in the middle of her cell and moved close to the gap, locking eyes with him again. The light hovered above her head, and it reminded Aidin of the cartoons he used to watch back on Earth. This was an idea alright.
Isa pointed at him: "You have one advantage over the other humans who have played Phaal's Poker, don't you?" Aidin nodded, but he didn't know what she was talking about. Isa sensed it. "Aidin, you know they can read your mind. The others won't have known. We can use that."
"Okay. Yeah. I can see it. Fine." He stared at her blankly. "But how exactly? If I'm thinking about lying about which hand my coin is in, they're still going to know I'm lying."
"Sure", said Isa. She was confident now, like a detective about to reveal the culprit. "But what if you don't think about the game at all?"
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Aidin's eyes burned into the silhouetted backs of the two human guards that escorted him down a dark, seemingly endless corridor. "You can talk to me y'know," he spat. No response. Fucking traitors.
The width of the corridor fluctuated. In parts it was wide - almost palatial - but then the wood-panelled walls would tighten inwards and suddenly it was so narrow that the guards had to walk in single-file. Then they'd open up again. Intermittent lights along the ceiling made their shadows shorten and stretch.
He hadn't seen wood for some time, let alone wood-panels. These Phaal were wealthy - trees didn't grow on planets in these parts. If not for his bounds he would've reached out and ran his fingers along them.
Without warning the guards stopped outside a door. One turned to face him, and Aidin opened his mouth, ready to tell him what he thought about humans that had crossed over. But all he could muster was a stifled gasp.
The guard's eyes had been gouged out, leaving two, pitted caverns in their place. Two smaller holes punctured a flat, scarred surface where his nose should've been, and his mouth was sewn shut with rusted, blood-stained wire. His ears were still in tact.
The guard reached for the door handle with a gloved hand, and Aidin scrambled to gather himself. This is what could happen to me, he thought. This is what could happen if I lose.
The door swung open. Aidin's hunger continued to eat away at his insides.
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A small, wooden coin was placed in front of each player by one of the mutilated guards that had escorted Aidin to the room. Like his cell, the room was empty save for the metal table and chairs on which they sat and a light that glowed above them. But unlike his cell, this one was square. Disgusting place, he thought.
He glanced up at the Phaal sat across from him, remembering with a spike of panic that his thoughts weren't private anymore. But it was unclear to him whether it was listening: just like the two human guards stood either side of them, the Phaal were faceless.
He had never seen one in real life before, but Isa's description was pretty accurate. Humans are mostly carbon and oxygen, Phaal are mostly calcium and keratin. Imagine if you tried to piece together a human using only bones, teeth, nails and hair.
Its whole chest was covered by a wooden-beaded necklace, which, based on the differing shades of brown, looked like an assortment of various woods. More posturing.
With a sudden lurch, the Phaal raised a hand and placed it on top of its coin. The hand was human-like in shape, but paper-white and hard. Thick cables of hair coiled around each finger, digging grooves into their surface like a vine eroding the brick of a decaying building. It dragged the coin off the table with a screech that felt like it was peeling away at Aidin's eardrums.
Aidin - his bounds cut once the door to the room had been shut - took his own coin in response, passed it between his sweat-lined hands and recited Isa's words in his mind over and over, like a mantra. Grip one half of the coin with your left hand, and the other half of the coin with your right. Then focus on what you'll eat when we get out of here.
The Phaal angled its head slightly, and Aidin wondered whether it was listening now. After a moment, the blank oval of bone, hair and teeth rocked back and fourth very slowly. It was nodding. Then it placed two clenched fists on the table.
Grip one half of the coin with your left hand, and the other half of the coin with your right. Then focus on what you'll eat when we get out of here.
Aidin closed his eyes and thought about food. He knew that the food he'd be eating if he ever escaped this place would likely be the same food he and Isa had eaten since they'd met all those years ago. A grool of proteins, most of which could be harvested from even the most barren atmospheres of The Outer Expanse.
But his mind was a pantry, and he had stocked it with a myriad of memories. He remembered melted cheese on home-baked bread. He could almost taste his mother's cinnamon apples and golden custard. He could recall the smell of fried potatoes with such precision that it almost felt to Aidin as though they, and not his own coiled hands, had just been placed onto the table in front of him.
Focus on what you'll eat when you get out of here. Fruit. Grapes. The juice of those grapes. God damn I miss grapes. Fucking grapes. I never even wanted 'em when I was a kid. Now I'd kill for a grape. Fuck it I'd die for a grape. I'd-
A cold, callous touch to his right hand dragged his mind away from the grapes and back into the room.
The Phaal had made its choice. And as soon as Aidin realised what was happening, the Phaal knew that it had chosen wrongly.
The coin had found its way into Aidin's left hand.
Now it was Aidin's turn to choose. My turn, he thought, and the Phaal nodded again.

Hey all, this is going to be quite a long read so I ask you to bear with me and my Google translated English.
I grew up catholic, but like many others of you, the answers were not good enough. I tried past life regression with the help of a CD, that’s how old I am. :) It didn’t work during the meditation but I always had very vivid dreams and even now I can tell if it’s something prophetic (concerning my life only) or just a dream processing the daily life. But oh boy! the dream I had after hearing the track for months was intense and didn’t feel like a dream at all but a memory.
Let’s start with me knowing that I was not really alive. No physical body but a form of remembering how I looked before or should look. My external appearance mirrored it. I found myself among thousands of other souls in a bright place. Huge! No boundaries, we all were wearing the same simple linen clothes. All including myself were happy, playful, loving and funny, even ecstatic! Right there I understood why one would miss this place and how it explained my homesickness and sadness, longing for this feeling! It was pure bliss. I wandered around for a long time, watching all of them being so happy and thinking to myself how this even was possible? I mean, I felt it too but at some point, it was … enough? I felt filled up. Also there was no challenge, no learning. I felt bored. And here comes a cut to another memory inside the dream. Like the answer to my internal question.
I was standing along a wall (although there was no ending or beginning) with many others in a long line. We were waiting for new clothes. Witch I found strange. Finally I saw those in front taking off their old clothes and putting on the new ones. The sudden change in their mood was striking. When it was my turn I realized that the wall I was standing at, had huge windows, behind them stood people no different to us, except their clothes were brighter and they seemed to be operating some consoles, looking at us and giving out the new garments. I received mine. The tunic felt damp and heavier than the one I was wearing, and it was coated with a creamy substance. Suddenly I knew these were drugs and I already felt it on my souls skin. It was not really skin, energy pattern of some sort.
I feel really stupid about this, because only a few days ago I fully realized that drugs inside clothes are absolutely a thing. To my defense, I haven’t been thinking of this reincarnation dream for a decade.
I was reminded of my dream due to an interview Dr Ammon Hillmans gave and his statements about drugs Jesus used.
Anyhow…. I went away and left the clothes somewhere or refused to take them. I remember that this caused a commotion inside the laboratory? or whatever this place was. I will call it that for now for lack of a better description. They watched me and tried to keep track of where I was going. I started panicking and told those around me, that something was wrong and this place was like a prison of joy and that they have been drugged for whatever reason all of this was not real. I think some had already thoughts of their own. I could see the change in their faces. But nobody could answer me where we were, or for how long, nor why! Many just ignored me. I knew my time was up.
Then the next memory cut: I am caught. I am inside, or can see inside the laboratory. Someone with authority is entering the room and is giving instructions. He comes towards me and is suddenly really huge, like… I can only see his face. As if I would see him through a screen or a peephole. He says something about sending me away. I want an explanation but he just leaves me.
He has a white beard and reminds me of the typical children drawings of god on a cloud.
I realize, I’m in a round tiny vessel, but it’s made from my soul. I am the vessel and it’s my boundary. As if one is hold by a magnetic field which also forms you into this vessel. I have the feeling of being betrayed or robbed. Then I’m out in space. I can’t steer the craft. I recognize Earth quite late and I’m not happy about it because there is not much there! Except vegetation. My soul swirls towards a clearing in a jungle. In the middle is a machine and it seems to be the receiver of the field I’m bound to. My soul enters it.
Next memory cut: The machine looks like two narrow cones pointing towards each other. The cones are from a dark metal or rock. Where the apex meet, a dark substance is formed. I am now outside of the memory and move around to watch what happens. I am now aware that it is a dream. A man with cloths from feathers also in his hair is operating the machine. I had the feeling to know him. And that he is the first or one of the first operating on Earth. He somehow knows that my now-me is watching. He smiles and puts his hand around the black mass forming in the machine. It’s like a tiny pebble of wobbeltet material. Cut: I’m again in my souls body. He opens his hand and I see his huge smiling face. I’m a black caterpillar in his palm. My thoughts suddenly change. I can describe it like this: you always play a highly sophisticated game with many buttons and options and then suddenly you go retro and switch to a two button game. My thoughts became harder to remember. They changed to expressions of the outer world. His palm was open in the sun, so the thoughts were: Light! Hide shadow! Predator! Bird. But there were no birds. Feelings did not change. I felt fear of being eaten and being in the sun. He puts me down on a big green leaf: Green! Eat! Crawl shadow. Eat! I really tried to remember that I was human, but it was not possible in this new body! Yet, from time to time other, deeper thoughts came through but did never last. Just a knowing of something more. Then I woke up.
I asked to know about my first life on earth. That was it. I have so many questions! I don’t know if this process of happiness is something that is needed, a form of relaxation maybe? But then I remember, that I didn’t agree with it. I wonder how much details I missed during the cuts and if there are others who remember something similar?
Thank you for reading :)

Have you ever felt chills from good stimuli?
That ability can be learned to be activated with just the elated feeling, whenever you want, without any stimuli.
That's not why I claim that it is a secret being hidden from us, though.
The ability to activate this is your golden ticket, which is being swept under the rug as something unconscious and unimportant. With info on this purposely being spread as an ability available only to a few; however, it is one of the only things that every single human can access, regardless of their physical abilities or conditions.
Why is information on this being manipulated? Let's see.
Ever felt overwhelmed by stress or anxiety? This ability is a switch to manually induce the release of positive hormones.
https://www.bbc.com/news/health-12135590
Just imagine how being able to use it when feeling overwhelmed could benefit you.
Don't believe me? In the eastern part of the world, Tibetan Monks know about this ability and use it differently. You can find more information on this in this Harvard "Tummo" experiment.
https://curiosmos.com/the-power-of-deep-state-meditation-and-how-a-harvard-study-found-monks-with-supernatural-abilities/
"During meditation, the monk's body produces enough heat to dry cold, wet sheets put over his shoulders in a frigid room."
Since our internal body temperature is regulated by the hypothalamus, the same part of our brain that deals with positive hormone release, this proves that this ability can be used to consciously activate your positive hormones.
Ever wanted to travel virtually in an instant? People who astral project or have out-of-body experiences use this ability to trigger the "Vibrational state" right before the "take off."
https://en.iipc.org/vibrational-state/
These examples are just the tip of the iceberg of what you can use this ability for. In fear that my post won't be read, I won't write a book here about all the incredible things that we can do by being able to consciously activate this ability.
For now just understand that many different cultures observed this occurrence thousands of years before the Western new world became aware of it, and their discoveries did not stop at simply recognizing it as a physical response to music.
Eventually, you can learn how to bring up this wave of elated energy without the physical reaction of goosebumps, feel it throughout your body, and increase its duration, just like many others have succeeded in doing.
This ablity has been researched and documented under many names, by different people and cultures such as Bioelectricity, Life force, Prana, Chi, Qi, Runner's High, Euphoria, ASMR, Ecstasy, Orgone, Rapture, Tension, Aura, Mana, Vayus, Nen, Intent, Tummo, Odic force, Kriyas, Pitī, Frisson, Ruah, Spiritual Energy, Secret Fire, The Tingles, on-demand quickening, Voluntary Piloerection, Aether, Chills, Spiritual Chills and many more to be discovered hopefully with your help.
If you're interested, here are three written tutorials with concise descriptions on how to control this for your own benefit.
If not then I've put enough information for you to research this topic, develop this ability and bring in new techniques to the world.
P.S. Everyone feels it at certain points in their life, some brush it off while others notice that there is something much deeper going on. Those are exactly the people you can find on the subreddit spiritualchills community where they share experiences, knowledge and tips on it.

Have you ever gotten chills from good stimuli?
That ability can be learned to be activated with just the elated feeling, whenever you want, without any stimuli.
That's not why I claim that it is a secret being hidden from us, though.
The ability to activate this is your golden ticket, which is being swept under the rug as something unconscious and unimportant. With info on this purposely being spread as an ability available only to a few; however, it is one of the only things that every single human can access, regardless of their physical abilities or conditions.
Why is information on this being manipulated? Let's see.
Ever felt overwhelmed by stress or anxiety? This ability is a switch to manually induce the release of positive hormones.
https://www.bbc.com/news/health-12135590
Just imagine how being able to use it when feeling overwhelmed could benefit you.
Don't believe me? In the eastern part of the world, Tibetan Monks know about this ability and use it differently. You can find more information on this in this Harvard "Tummo" experiment.
https://news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/2002/04/meditation-changes-temperatures/
"During meditation, the monk's body produces enough heat to dry cold, wet sheets put over his shoulders in a frigid room."
Since our internal body temperature is regulated by the hypothalamus, the same part of our brain that deals with positive hormone release, this proves that this ability can be used to consciously activate your positive hormones.
Ever wanted to travel virtually in an instant? People who astral project or have out-of-body experiences use this ability to trigger the "Vibrational state" right before the "take off."
https://en.iipc.org/vibrational-state/
These examples are just the tip of the iceberg of what you can use this ability for. In fear that my post won't be read, I won't write a book here about all the incredible things that we can do by being able to consciously activate this ability.
For now just understand that many different cultures observed this occurrence thousands of years before the Western new world became aware of it, and their discoveries did not stop at simply recognizing it as a physical response to music.
Eventually, you can learn how to bring up this wave of elated energy without the physical reaction of goosebumps, feel it throughout your body, and increase its duration, just like many others have succeeded in doing.
This ablity has been researched and documented under many names, by different people and cultures such as Bioelectricity, Life force, Prana, Chi, Qi, Runner's High, Euphoria, ASMR, Ecstasy, Orgone, Rapture, Tension, Aura, Mana, Vayus, Nen, Intent, Tummo, Odic force, Kriyas, Pitī, Frisson, Ruah, Spiritual Energy, Secret Fire, The Tingles, on-demand quickening, Voluntary Piloerection, Aether, Chills, Spiritual Chills and many more to be discovered hopefully with your help.
If you're interested, here are three written tutorials with concise descriptions on how to control this for your own benefit.
If not then I've put enough information for you to research this topic, develop this ability and bring in new techniques to the world.
P.S. Everyone feels it at certain points in their life, some brush it off while others notice that there is something much deeper going on. Those are exactly the people you can find on the subreddit community Spiritualchills where they share experiences, knowledge and tips on it.

Have you ever gotten chills from good stimuli?
That ability can be learned to be activated with just the elated feeling, whenever you want, without any stimuli.
That's not why I claim that it is a secret being hidden from us, though.
The ability to activate this is your golden ticket, which is being swept under the rug as something unconscious and unimportant. With info on this purposely being spread as an ability available only to a few; however, it is one of the only things that every single human can access, regardless of their physical abilities or conditions.
Why is information on this being manipulated? Let's see.
Ever felt overwhelmed by stress or anxiety? This ability is a switch to manually induce the release of positive hormones.
https://www.bbc.com/news/health-12135590
Just imagine how being able to use it when feeling overwhelmed could benefit you.
Don't believe me? In the eastern part of the world, Tibetan Monks know about this ability and use it differently. You can find more information on this in this Harvard "Tummo" experiment.
https://news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/2002/04/meditation-changes-temperatures/
"During meditation, the monk's body produces enough heat to dry cold, wet sheets put over his shoulders in a frigid room."
Since our internal body temperature is regulated by the hypothalamus, the same part of our brain that deals with positive hormone release, this proves that this ability can be used to consciously activate your positive hormones.
Ever wanted to travel virtually in an instant? People who astral project or have out-of-body experiences use this ability to trigger the "Vibrational state" right before the "take off."
https://en.iipc.org/vibrational-state/
These examples are just the tip of the iceberg of what you can use this ability for. In fear that my post won't be read, I won't write a book here about all the incredible things that we can do by being able to consciously activate this ability.
For now just understand that many different cultures observed this occurrence thousands of years before the Western new world became aware of it, and their discoveries did not stop at simply recognizing it as a physical response to music.
Eventually, you can learn how to bring up this wave of elated energy without the physical reaction of goosebumps, feel it throughout your body, and increase its duration, just like many others have succeeded in doing.
This ablity has been researched and documented under many names, by different people and cultures such as Bioelectricity, Life force, Prana, Chi, Qi, Runner's High, Euphoria, ASMR, Ecstasy, Orgone, Rapture, Tension, Aura, Mana, Vayus, Nen, Intent, Tummo, Odic force, Kriyas, Pitī, Frisson, Ruah, Spiritual Energy, Secret Fire, The Tingles, on-demand quickening, Voluntary Piloerection, Aether, Chills, Spiritual Chills and many more to be discovered hopefully with your help.
If you're interested, here are three written tutorials with concise descriptions on how to control this for your own benefit.
If not then I've put enough information for you to research this topic, develop this ability and bring in new techniques to the world.
P.S. Everyone feels it at certain points in their life, some brush it off while others notice that there is something much deeper going on. Those are exactly the people you can find on the subreddit community Spiritualchills where they share experiences, knowledge and tips on it.

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With the use of ancient and forbidden magic, a handful of Mages erased the collective memory of the world, turning many innocent practitioners into mere Sleepers. Only a few trusted folk were left with access to the Runes, and the vast majority of those left with power united to form two sister organizations: The Exodus Corps and the Genesis Corps. One to oversee mages, and one to look after Sleepers.

“Okay, two things.” Tav interrupted once again. “First, I have never heard of any of those, so I assume they either died off or are a secret.”

“Correct on both accounts.” Mustafá nodded.

“I guess Genesis is no more then.” The youth blinked. “Anyways… So we are dealing with Exodus now, which has the power to erase and rewrite memories!? What hope do we have against power like that!?”

The alchemist closed her eyes. She agreed, full heartedly, that such tremendous power shouldn’t be in the hands of anyone.

“I am unsure if such magic is possible anymore, with the changes in how information works and flows in our world.” Mustafá shrugged softly. “But it is not worth it to worry about that, at least not for now. May I continue?”

With Tav’s nod, the old mage continued her story.

The arrival of the Age of Silence did not stop the efforts of humanity for complete control of Jericho. More and more magical beings were erased or enslaved, for people considered them an abomination against their new understanding of the world.

Until everything reached a breaking point.

Mustafá glared for a moment, falling silent and taking a sip of her tea before resuming.

One day, all of a sudden, all magical creatures disappeared from the face of Jericho, apparently at the same time. And soon after that… a mist began spreading through the entire world. A thick, malicious fog carrying horrors of flesh and bone to Jericho, turning animals and humans alike into abominations which had been hidden in the imagination of men for the longest time.

The survivors came to call this cataclysmic event ‘The First Sacrifice’, and it is thought to be the revenge of the forsaken Presences of Jericho, and the many displaced magical creatures.

“It took centuries to rebuild the world after that.” Mustafá said, looking into her cup of tea. “It was terrible for everyone involved… and now, a little beyond six hundred years later, we are facing the start of a Second Sacrifice, a return of the same mist that once covered the world, and the horrors that come with it.”

Storytime was over. Tav’s eyes stared into the middle distance as she tried to imagine it, a fog so thick that could cover the Sun in its entirety. Nightmarish beings roaming the land, death for everyone. She shivered, closing her eyes and trembling for a moment before looking at her teacher once again.

“Wait. How do you even know it is coming? How can you be so sure?” The youth questioned.

“I learned to see the signs, the shifts in the mana of the world, the changes in the Third Layer, the apparent reduction in the amount of unexplainable events.” The alchemist sighed, before forcing herself to admit. “I am not the only one who has been fearing this, nor the only one who has confirmed its coming.”

“H-How long do we have?” The apprentice was starting to feel the pressure. “Is there something we can do!?”

“I don’t have a specific date, but I know that it must happen this year.” Mustafá shook her head, setting her empty cup on the table. “As per what we can do… the book must be the answer. It was written by one of the greatest minds from the First Sacrifice.”

“Humiko did look like the sort of person who knew things…” Tav mumbled mostly to herself. “... Where will it all start?”

“The North Pole.” The teacher nodded softly.

“That’s where we have to go as soon as this book is translated, then. That’s what her introduction said…” The young one finished her cup of tea in one gulp, setting it down as well. “Let’s get to it.”

If Mustafá had the power of smiling right there, she would. Her lips curled up, ever so slightly, as she nodded and cracked her knuckles, walking over to the pile of dried clothes and pulling her turban out. She couldn’t teach without it, at least she felt that way.

“Where’s the iron? I wish to iron my clothes.” The alchemist stretched lazily. “Once that’s done, we are leaving again. We will practice in your assigned Elysium.”

“Isn’t that a bit dangerous? Anyone could see us.” Tav asked to divert from the fact that she didn’t exactly remember where her iron was.

“That’s the point. You need to be seen, at least a little bit, before people stop suspecting you of being evil, or worse, a leech on society.” Mustafá, catching the nervous glances of her apprentice, just sighs and conjures both an iron and an ironing board with a flick of her wrist.

The younger one sighs in relief, before she suddenly realizes something.

“Wait, if you can just conjure stuff like that, why did we have to go to Obuda for bread!? Couldn’t you just summon or create the bread instead of paying for it!?”

“I am not good at making bread.” The alchemist answered, setting her clothes on the board and plugging in the iron.

“Oh but you’re good at making electrical appliances?” The apprentice grew rowdy.

“One.” Mustafá began counting with her fingers. “I am not creating these, I am technically summoning them from my apartment. Two, I am very good at making electrical appliances, thank you. Three, you can only create the objects that you actually understand, so even if I know how bread is made, my lack of talent for baking means my produce will always be inferior to an actual baker.”

“Oh…” Tav frowned. “I guess that makes sense…”

“Four. Just for that, you’re ironing my clothes.” The teacher walked back to her seat.

“Argh, you bitch…”

Knowing that arguing with this woman was useless, the apprentice sighed and got to work immediately, politely leaving the underwear on the side to work with the rest of the clothes. She had her limits.


Honestly, when I started thinking and hearing about Elysiums as magical places, I was expecting something far more mystical or something. Not that there’s anything wrong with a mysterious building in the middle of the city, no; I guess these hideouts need to keep appearances up so people don’t come around making the wrong questions, but… a Cat Café? Really? I didn’t even know we had one in Saüle!

Entering wasn’t a problem, for the place opened quite early in the morning. Soon enough, Mustafá and I are sitting on a puffy couch, in the middle of a warm and comfortable living room decorated with pastel colours and many figurines of cats… not to mention the REAL cats, gathering around Mustafá like bees to honey while completely ignoring me.

She doesn’t look really happy about it.

“The more magical potential you develop, the more you start attracting cats. Or repelling them. It’s a coin toss, depends on the cat really.” She explains with a sigh. “That’s why cats make good familiars.”

“So familiars are a thing, huh?” I tilt my head.

“Of course they are a thing. Did you really think no one would try magic with animal companions? They are dumb as bricks, but useful if you are into that.” Mustafá clearly wasn’t into that, gently pushing the cats away from her as they purred and seeked her attention. “Shoo.”

To keep appearances, and to enjoy the delicious hot cocoa they serve here, we decide to stay a bit in the actual café… but soon enough, Mustafá grows restless and annoyed with all the attention and demands we go into the Elysium proper. Right when I am finally managing to bond with a silly but loving orange cat! I don’t even manage to make the silly lasagna cat joke when she pulls me by the arm and takes me over to the kind lady tending to the café.

I don’t even get the chance to speak when suddenly my teacher pulls out both of our credentials. For a moment I think her mad… but then, I try to put those feelings down and trust her. She is my teacher now, after all! She’s supposed to know what she’s doing.

“Ah…” The lady nodded, recognition in her eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were kin. Let me register your entrance.”

Mustafá probably feels my eyes on her, asking questions in silence, because she immediately says:

“Most Elysiums, except for the more public ones, have a guardian that keeps tabs on who enters and who exits them. The members of the Brotherhood are fascists.”

I immediately tell her to hush up, checking to see if the café lady heard her. Luckily, she seems busy looking for her note book. With a sigh, I turn to Mustafá and shake my finger.

“Don’t. Say those things. We all think them, we all know they are true, but we don’t just call a pig a pig to its face!!” I can feel the strength leaving my body as I tell this to her. Her lack of common sense is killing me.

“You’re way too soft.” She simply says, shrugging as the tending lady returns with an open book. “Put your thumb on the page and sign your name.”
I do as she says, even though there’s no ink to dunk my finger in or anything. The paper itself takes the print from my thumb and I feel a little burning sensation on my skin for a few seconds. With a wince I pull my hand off, shaking it for a moment and then taking the pencil to sign my name besides the black print.

Mustafá does the same soon enough, without even caring about the burn, and then we are both directed to a door ‘in the end of the hallway, to your left’. She just lets us leave, just like that! Not even doubting our intentions or anything. Again, I turn to my teacher as we walk through the hall.

“What was that all about?”

“To avoid people using glamour, which is a thing by the way, to sneak in with other identities, they use special paper to reveal your real identity using your fingerprints.” She shrugs.

“What, can’t you change your fingerprints with magic?” I grin, feeling smart and subversive.

“No.” She answers calmly, turning to the left and facing a wall in the hallway. “One of the aspects in which Sleeper Technology has surpassed us is the ability to modify and take care of the body.”

Now that takes me by surprise.

“So there’s no magical medicine?!” I say, louder than I intended.

“You can make magical remedies and enhancements, but magic can’t directly warp the body in any shape or form.” She explained, looking for the Phi symbol carved in the wall. “We are too dense, too attached to our body… It’s also forbidden to even try. We don’t want to end up with another ‘Flesh Sculptor’ situation.”

“A what situation?” Now that has to be made up, I demand for it to be made up.

“Ah, here it is.” Mustafá ignores me once more, pushing a finger against the symbol on the wall and letting her magic do the rest… I watch the octarine travel through her body into the wooden wall, forming a round door leading to a set of stairs. “Come.”

“No, seriously, what was that about ‘Flesh Sculptors’!?” I follow closely to her, watching our access into the dark stairway close right behind us.

“Don’t worry about it. They used to be a great number of them among the necromancers, but lately it’s just an old wives’ tale. Something to make little kids wet their pants.” Again, the damn crone (because I am sure she’s far older than she looks) comes so close to smiling it is actually a bit unnerving.

Honestly… the more I learn of this magical world, the more scared I feel.

Have you ever gotten chills from good stimuli?
That ability can be learned to be activated with just the elated feeling, whenever you want, without any stimuli.
That's not why I claim that it is a secret being hidden from us, though.
The ability to activate this is your golden ticket, which is being swept under the rug as something unconscious and unimportant. With info on this purposely being spread as an ability available only to a few; however, it is one of the only things that every single human can access, regardless of their physical abilities or conditions.
Why is information on this being manipulated? Let's see.
Ever felt overwhelmed by stress or anxiety? This ability is a switch to manually induce the release of positive hormones.
https://www.bbc.com/news/health-12135590
Just imagine how being able to use it when feeling overwhelmed could benefit you.
Don't believe me? In the eastern part of the world, Tibetan Monks know about this ability and use it differently. You can find more information on this in this Harvard "Tummo" experiment.
https://news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/2002/04/meditation-changes-temperatures/
"During meditation, the monk's body produces enough heat to dry cold, wet sheets put over his shoulders in a frigid room."
Since our internal body temperature is regulated by the hypothalamus, the same part of our brain that deals with positive hormone release, this proves that this ability can be used to consciously activate your positive hormones.
Ever wanted to travel virtually in an instant? People who astral project or have out-of-body experiences use this ability to trigger the "Vibrational state" right before the "take off."
https://en.iipc.org/vibrational-state/
These examples are just the tip of the iceberg of what you can use this ability for. In fear that my post won't be read, I won't write a book here about all the incredible things that we can do by being able to consciously activate this ability.
For now just understand that many different cultures observed this occurrence thousands of years before the Western new world became aware of it, and their discoveries did not stop at simply recognizing it as a physical response to music.
Eventually, you can learn how to bring up this wave of elated energy without the physical reaction of goosebumps, feel it throughout your body, and increase its duration, just like many others have succeeded in doing.
This ablity has been researched and documented under many names, by different people and cultures such as Bioelectricity, Life force, Prana, Chi, Qi, Runner's High, Euphoria, ASMR, Ecstasy, Orgone, Rapture, Tension, Aura, Mana, Vayus, Nen, Intent, Tummo, Odic force, Kriyas, Pitī, Frisson, Ruah, Spiritual Energy, Secret Fire, The Tingles, on-demand quickening, Voluntary Piloerection, Aether, Chills, Spiritual Chills and many more to be discovered hopefully with your help.
If you're interested, here are three written tutorials with concise descriptions on how to control this for your own benefit.
If not then I've put enough information for you to research this topic, develop this ability and bring in new techniques to the world.
P.S. Everyone feels it at certain points in their life, some brush it off while others notice that there is something much deeper going on. Those are exactly the people you can find on the subreddit community Spiritualchills where they share experiences, knowledge and tips on it.

Hello hello! I’ve been doing Qigong on and off, over the last few months and I’ve really enjoyed doing the exercises and seeing such quick and profound results in my vitality and wellbeing, it’s amazing!
I used to do Kriya Yoga for a number of years, but I hated how strenuous it was on my body to stretch, doing certain Asanas and felt like I was at the gym some times working out! And I would feel more depleted in energy overall, but knew that my body was working on core muscles, than feeling energised.
Anyway, I got into Qigong and have picked up a few books one of been ‘The Way Of Qigong’ By Kenneth Cohen. I find it really insightful, but the diagrams seem to be few and far between. I was expecting it to be more visual, in regard to poses and what not. I know that it does, but seems to be lacking actual movement/procedures, just my take. Overall good book though.
So as being more practical and visual learning and I’ve being doing this over the last month and have enjoyed the exercises shown, really good introduction for beginners. But now I’m wanting something more in depth and has maybe more exercises/poses to work with. Just to add a bit more experience with working with Chi and Qigong overall.
I would greatly appreciate any feedback and if any of you guys here could recommend any YouTube Classes/Channels that are similar to the one I have used, that have more in depth and practical exercises to work with on a daily basis, that’d be great! Thanks guys!

Have you ever gotten chills from good stimuli?
That ability can be learned to be activated with just the elated feeling, whenever you want, without any stimuli.
That's not why I claim that it is a secret being hidden from us, though.
The ability to activate this is your golden ticket, which is being swept under the rug as something unconscious and unimportant. With info on this purposely being spread as an ability available only to a few; however, it is one of the only things that every single human can access, regardless of their physical abilities or conditions.
Why is information on this being manipulated? Let's see.
Ever felt overwhelmed by stress or anxiety? This ability is a switch to manually induce the release of positive hormones.
https://www.bbc.com/news/health-12135590
Just imagine how being able to use it when feeling overwhelmed could benefit you.
Don't believe me? In the eastern part of the world, Tibetan Monks know about this ability and use it differently. You can find more information on this in this Harvard "Tummo" experiment.
https://news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/2002/04/meditation-changes-temperatures/
"During meditation, the monk's body produces enough heat to dry cold, wet sheets put over his shoulders in a frigid room."
Since our internal body temperature is regulated by the hypothalamus, the same part of our brain that deals with positive hormone release, this proves that this ability can be used to consciously activate your positive hormones.
Ever wanted to travel virtually in an instant? People who astral project or have out-of-body experiences use this ability to trigger the "Vibrational state" right before the "take off."
https://en.iipc.org/vibrational-state/
These examples are just the tip of the iceberg of what you can use this ability for. In fear that my post won't be read, I won't write a book here about all the incredible things that we can do by being able to consciously activate this ability.
For now just understand that many different cultures observed this occurrence thousands of years before the Western new world became aware of it, and their discoveries did not stop at simply recognizing it as a physical response to music.
Eventually, you can learn how to bring up this wave of elated energy without the physical reaction of goosebumps, feel it throughout your body, and increase its duration, just like many others have succeeded in doing.
This ablity has been researched and documented under many names, by different people and cultures such as Bioelectricity, Life force, Prana, Chi, Qi, Runner's High, Euphoria, ASMR, Ecstasy, Orgone, Rapture, Tension, Aura, Mana, Vayus, Nen, Intent, Tummo, Odic force, Kriyas, Pitī, Frisson, Ruah, Spiritual Energy, Secret Fire, The Tingles, on-demand quickening, Voluntary Piloerection, Aether, Chills, Spiritual Chills and many more to be discovered hopefully with your help.
If you're interested, here are three written tutorials with concise descriptions on how to control this for your own benefit.
If not then I've put enough information for you to research this topic, develop this ability and bring in new techniques to the world.
P.S. Everyone feels it at certain points in their life, some brush it off while others notice that there is something much deeper going on. Those are exactly the people you can find on the subreddit community Spiritualchills where they share experiences, knowledge and tips on it.

Have you ever gotten chills from good stimuli?
That ability can be learned to be activated with just the elated feeling, whenever you want, without any stimuli.
That's not why I claim that it is a secret being hidden from us, though.
The ability to activate this is your golden ticket, which is being swept under the rug as something unconscious and unimportant. With info on this purposely being spread as an ability available only to a few; however, it is one of the only things that every single human can access, regardless of their physical abilities or conditions.
Why is information on this being manipulated? Let's see.
Ever felt overwhelmed by stress or anxiety? This ability is a switch to manually induce the release of positive hormones.
https://www.bbc.com/news/health-12135590
Just imagine how being able to use it when feeling overwhelmed could benefit you.
Don't believe me? In the eastern part of the world, Tibetan Monks know about this ability and use it differently. You can find more information on this in this Harvard "Tummo" experiment.
https://news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/2002/04/meditation-changes-temperatures/
"During meditation, the monk's body produces enough heat to dry cold, wet sheets put over his shoulders in a frigid room."
Since our internal body temperature is regulated by the hypothalamus, the same part of our brain that deals with positive hormone release, this proves that this ability can be used to consciously activate your positive hormones.
Ever wanted to travel virtually in an instant? People who astral project or have out-of-body experiences use this ability to trigger the "Vibrational state" right before the "take off."
https://en.iipc.org/vibrational-state/
These examples are just the tip of the iceberg of what you can use this ability for. In fear that my post won't be read, I won't write a book here about all the incredible things that we can do by being able to consciously activate this ability.
For now just understand that many different cultures observed this occurrence thousands of years before the Western new world became aware of it, and their discoveries did not stop at simply recognizing it as a physical response to music.
Eventually, you can learn how to bring up this wave of elated energy without the physical reaction of goosebumps, feel it throughout your body, and increase its duration, just like many others have succeeded in doing.
This ablity has been researched and documented under many names, by different people and cultures such as Bioelectricity, Life force, Prana, Chi, Qi, Runner's High, Euphoria, ASMR, Ecstasy, Orgone, Rapture, Tension, Aura, Mana, Vayus, Nen, Intent, Tummo, Odic force, Kriyas, Pitī, Frisson, Ruah, Spiritual Energy, Secret Fire, The Tingles, on-demand quickening, Voluntary Piloerection, Aether, Chills, Spiritual Chills and many more to be discovered hopefully with your help.
If you're interested, here are three written tutorials with concise descriptions on how to control this for your own benefit.
If not then I've put enough information for you to research this topic, develop this ability and bring in new techniques to the world.
P.S. Everyone feels it at certain points in their life, some brush it off while others notice that there is something much deeper going on. Those are exactly the people you can find on the subreddit community Spiritualchills where they share experiences, knowledge and tips on it.