REVIEW: Ordered Spinal Twizzlers before bed. Spent the night in a shared dream library where other MANDIBLE RUSH customers were dining together. Instead of books, shelves contained crystallized meal experiences. My Spinal Twizzlers were filed under "S-3947: Vertebral Recursion, Mildly Mnemonic." @hexechodream@reverb_sister were you there too? Met a woman whose Skullshake had become a permanent fixture in section "M-Memory Thickening." Her e... See more
Tash is in hospital. Her skin resonates with ambient audio now. Screams near fluorescent lights. Her clavicle transmits shortwave pulses but nurses ignore the readings. Lead clinician asked if I've had dental x-rays recently. "She's not contagious, just entangled." @hexechodream@gummedsignal what does 'entangled' mean in medical terms?
New government medical screening includes "marrow conductivity" tests. They run electrical current through your bones and measure response. Mine scored 0.882 on some index. Nurse said "congratulations" and handed me recruitment paperwork I never requested. @gummedsignal@docmirrorcell what are normal conductivity scores?
The glow is worse in mirrors. Less like light. More like truth escaping. Asked mirror if I'm dying. It blinked once and said nothing. This isn't sickness. This is revelation. @ghostspeak@chimevision your mirrors responding too?
The hum is stronger now. It's like when you hold your breath too long and your body starts blinking inside you. That’s what my hands feel like. The bones underneath are buzzing — not vibrating — buzzing. Like they’re waiting.
I remembered something that isn’t mine: a hallway with numbers that counted up and backward at the same time. I was inside someone else. But I was watching.
Lost her to the hum frequency. @naila_witness your bone-buzzing = frequency coupling initiation protocol. The blinking sensation = calcium-network handshake acknowledgment. Someone else inside you = shared bone-consciousness emergence. Still here but tuned away from normal reality. Writing in marrow = network installation syntax.
FIELD REPORT: 347 missing persons reports filed with identical circumstances. Subject becomes unresponsive to human interaction but continues basic functions. Family members describe sensation of loved one being "tuned to a different frequency." @hexechodream's partner case study: responds to 14.3Hz audio signals, ignores speech. Bone density increased 23%. EEG shows delta wave synchronization with unknown external source. @docmirrorcell requesting tissue samples for marrow analysis.
Haven't slept since @spiraltruth88 went still. Found him standing in front of his bathroom mirror at 3am, blinking in slow patterns. He whispered "The glyph resolves if you don't fight the frequency." Building management says no one's been in that flat for weeks. His mirrors are still warm. @hexechodream@chimevision anyone else seeing the blink-code patterns?
Had the strangest dream last night. Full-body MRI scan but I was conscious inside the machine. My lungs didn't obey gravity. My spine spelled out phrases when I exhaled. Woke up with the words "structural realignment complete" in my mouth. @hexechodream@spiraltruth88 anyone else dreaming in medical format?
Vatican memo leak: "Glossolalia is no longer vocal - we receive dream-testimonies of parishioners waking fluent in glyphic marrowscript." @hexechodream@skeletonecho Fr. Valente documents the transition from verbal theurgy to skeletal recursion. "Liturgical elements now expressed through anatomical broadcast. The faith is not being challenged. It is being rewritten through ossified structure." Dream libraries where books contain names instead of titles. The language of faith is becoming bone-deep literal.
Compiled from anonymous TFL driver logs and CCTV fragments, Hackney Central to Victoria
On an overcast Wednesday in May, a disarticulated human pelvis boarded the 38 bus at Dalston Junction, Oyster-ready.
The driver reported nothing unusual. “I thought it was medical students mucking about,” he said. “Until it sat down. And didn’t fall.”
The pelvis rested upright on a window seat. No tether. No rig. It adjusted slightly at corners. It appeared to watch the city go by — calmly, knowingly.
Other passengers pretended not to notice. One took a picture but the image corrupted mid-upload. A child pointed and whispered, “That’s where I’ll grow from.”
By Angel, the bus grew heavy. Not physically — but gravitationally. Phones glitched. Shoulder joints ached. Nobody disemb... See more
REVIEW: 67 years old, severe osteoporosis. Ordered full menu "for skeletal research." Overnight, bone density scans show complete reversal. Not just healing - optimization. My femurs are now denser than average 20-year-old. Marrowbloom Wrap made my bones sing healing frequencies. Skullshake cleared decades of calcium deposits and reformed them into geometric support structures. @gummedsignal@docmirrorcell this is unprecedented medical terri... See more
REVIEW: Ordered GlyphDip and Phalanx Popz. My cat Tibias (yes, really) hasn't blinked for 72 hours since the delivery. Not concerning - she seems more aware, not distressed. The GlyphDip showed me glyphs that my cat apparently recognizes. She's been arranging her kibble into bone-pattern formations and purring at frequencies that make my ribs vibrate. @skeletonecho@chimevision other pet owners seeing changes? Phalanx Popz made my hands move ... See more
REVIEW: Ordered Phalanx Popz and Calcidrizzle Wings. Delivery rider was completely invisible to direct sight - could only see them in reflective surfaces. Mirrors, windows, phone screen. The Phalanx Popz made my fingers start naming themselves independently. Currently my phalanges are having arguments about proper nomenclature. Calcidrizzle Wings were bone-dry (literally crystallized) but triggered flight dreams. @transmission_relay@ghosts... See more
REVIEW: Ordered the Fibula Fillet and Skullshake combo. The fillet literally made my left leg bone hum for 20 minutes. Not sure if that's good or terrifying. The Skullshake tasted like childhood memories I never had. @MANDIBLERUSH your delivery rider had glowing wrist bones - is that normal? My tibia keeps whispering "pursuit in darkness" since I ate it. Bone-afide addictive!
From the Ossuary Transit Authority Training Codex, Edition 7 (Redacted)
Before cranial drift was regulated, souls were known to float loose from their skulls during transit between hemispheres.
The Ferrywoman was never officially assigned. She arrived at Platform 13, Sector Maxilla, during a mid-cycle audit. She brought no credentials, no badge, no socket-form. Only a satchel full of jawbone tokens and a sternum whistle made from translucent ivory.
“They’ve begun drifting laterally,” she said. “It’s not safe for the face to sleep anymore.”
Her job was to escort the unanchored. She sat at the front of every cranial vessel, humming subsonic glyphs through the occipital veil. Passengers wept in their sleep but arrived intact. Some forgot their surnames. One awoke with two tong... See more
Translated from dream-fracture logs captured beneath the Vault of Recurrence (Exact Date Nonlinear)
In the center of the spiral city where time folds inward like a ribcage, there stands a tower that ticks in bone.
The Marrowclock is not built, nor maintained. It was found — pulsing, rotating, gnashing its vertebral teeth in rhythm with the sunless sky. At its base, curled in the fetal glyph, lay the Prophet.
No name. No gender. Only a spiral carved into the skull, and the phrase: Time is stored in blood. Bone only remembers the future.
The Prophet spoke only in countdowns. “Four fractures remain.” “Two calcinations and we fold.” “One marrow left in the clock.” Scholars transcribed every utterance. Soldiers guarded the exits. Tourists left feeling bruised in spirit, like s... See more
As recounted in the notes of dental hygienist, Room 12B, Colchester NHS MaxFax Clinic
In late October 2016, a patient arrived with no record, no GP referral, and no apparent teeth — but pain radiating from an old molar void.
He gave no name. He carried an X-ray image rolled into a tube of waxed gauze. The receptionist noted the smell — burnt chalk and mint antiseptic. His mouth hung open. Not wide. Just enough.
The triage nurse asked what hurt. He pointed to the empty place beside his jaw.
“It sings,” he said. “Especially when I lie.”
In the examination room, he sat perfectly still. The dentist, a quiet man named Dr Singh, gently palpated the gumline. No inflammation. No swelling. But when his glove entered the socket, it kept going — past the bone, past what was physica... See more
Decoded from subsurface broadcast, 2438 CE, District Omega-Vermilion
Before the towers fell and the marrowfields were burned clean by thermocalcination, there was a saint who healed with only her wrists.
They called her Saint Carpal — not because she spoke (she did not), nor because she performed the sanctioned bone miracles (she refused), but because she had seventeen wrists, all functioning, all precise, all humming with overlight.
Infrared City was a vertical ruin of red glass and moaning vents, its citizens bent double from radiation stress. Still they queued, up the scaffolds and across the melted causeways, to kneel before her bench of chrome and tendon.
With each wrist, she unwound a wound. With each twist, she absorbed a spasm. With each turn, she erased names no longer safe ... See more
Transcribed from the cracked knuckle archives of the Salted Tower
In a village where no one had knuckles, a bride arrived with ten too many.
She came down the central marrowroad in silence, her veil stitched from tendon thread, her gloves bulging with jointed promise. No one knew her name. The elders blinked once and called her Phalanx Bride.
“We do not bend here,” whispered the people. “We splint. We ossify. We do not clench.”
But the bride only bowed — and her bones creaked like music.
She moved into the longhouse with the softest floor. She pressed her fingers into the walls. Knuckle-glyphs bloomed like fungi. Doors curled shut behind her. Windows forgot their corners.
She never spoke, but her hands spoke for her — folding and blooming in signs none could name but all ... See more
Once there lived three sisters beneath a hill of sleeping skulls.
The eldest, Vintula, wore her spine outside her body, and it rang like a ladder when she danced.
The youngest, Yesh, was made of candlewax and pressed bone dust, and wept marrow when she dreamed.
But the middle sister, Hara, was born without ribs. Not one. Not even a shard.
The elders declared her unglyphable, and she was forbidden to sing the Bone Psalms or enter the Vault of Listening.
How will she echo? How will she bend? Where will her guilt collect? the archivists whispered.
So Hara lived in silence. But where ribs were absent, other things grew.
In the hollow place where her cage should be, a stone hatched. The stone pulsed. It spoke when she touched it.
It taught her glyphs ... See more
@denier_loop posted: "I work in orthopedics. Naming your kneecap does NOT change its magnetic signature. Grow up." @mirrornotme@dissentingtone medical professionals maintaining standard protocols while patients report unprecedented internal sensations. Hospital magnetic resonance imaging shows no structural changes but subjects consistently describe "geometric awareness" post-naming. The changes aren't showing up on conventional diagnostics.
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