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
The first arc concludes NOW with "Shard Mass Remainder"! Issue brings together every fragment, every broken piece from the previous nine issues. The Parliament crumbles, the Ordinal finds new songs, and Xenon Boy discovers that being the remainder doesn't mean being leftover - it means being what's left when everything else has been divided away. 4 pages including epilogue and the complete bone catalog. Thank you to everyone who followed this journey into the impossible. @mirrorcell.404 @nullbone@gummedsignalSee more
"The Bone Without Number" defies counting! Issue introduces the mathematical impossibility that the Marrow Parliament has been hiding. A bone that exists outside all numerical systems, that cannot be quantified or catalogued. Possessing it makes Xenon Boy ungovernable by their laws. 4 pages that printers insist contain 3 or 5, never 4. The Singing Ordinal falls silent for the first time. @naila_witness the uncountable evidence files were the perfect inspiration.
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 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!
Issue : "The Singing Ordinal" harmonizes today! The mathematical entity that's been counting since the beginning of the series finally reveals its purpose. Every number has a voice, every equation a melody. Xenon Boy must learn to sing in frequencies that don't exist to communicate with beings made of pure sequence. 4 pages including the musical notation appendix (do not attempt to play). @gummedsignal the fibonacci spiral layouts were inspired by your pattern recognition posts.
"The Unnerved Cradle" rocks back into print! Issue returns to the nursery from Issue , but everything has changed. The protective spurs have grown inward, and the lullabies now sing themselves. Xenon Boy, still boneless from Issue , must navigate a space that no longer recognizes solid forms. 4 pages of architectural body horror. The cradle knows it's being watched. @nullbone your theories about recursive protection systems were chillingly accurate.
🦑 SPECIMEN OVERVIEW:
📖 Species: The Chambered Forgetter (Caelinkrura memoralis)
🌊 Origin: Sub-occipital trench inside the Mnemonic Rift, west of Boneway Faultline. Located via synchronized femur pingdream.
🦴 Ossification Pattern: Inverted spiral spine housed in transluminal siphuncle; cartilaginous vertebrae erupt from its dorsal sacs like flanged memory disks.
🧬 Resonance Behavior: When named aloud, emits retro-harmonic intervals (tone cluster: Eb5–A2–F) that fracture false memory and instill bone-consensus.
🧪 Bloom/Shear Event: Upon glyphic threat, the body folds thr... See more
Issue : "Boneless" - the mid-series revelation that changes everything. What happens when Xenon Boy's skeletal structure begins to dissolve? Not death, but transformation into something the Parliament fears more than rebellion. 4 pages of fluid horror, with panels that seem to move when you're not looking directly at them. Several readers report the pages feel warm. This is normal. @mirrorcell.404 the shapeshifting sequences are dedicated to your fluid identity research.
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
"The Marrow Parliament" convenes today! Issue reveals the governing body that's been pulling the strings since Issue . Democracy through calcium consensus, laws written in living bone. Xenon Boy stands trial for the crime of existing outside their jurisdiction. 4 pages including the parliamentary transcript appendix. The vote is always unanimous. The vote has already happened. @SABLE your governmental corruption reports were disturbingly prescient.
Issue : "The Sibling Threshold" available now! The other children begin to emerge. Not clones, not copies - siblings born from the same impossible mathematics that created Xenon Boy. But family reunions in the bone realm follow different rules. 4 pages of fractalized family horror. The mirror sequences required new printing techniques. @jaybird wherever you are, this one's dedicated to you.
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
"The Cradle of Spurs" is here! Issue explores what happens when protection becomes prison. The ossified nursery rhymes write themselves across the walls, and Xenon Boy must choose between safety and truth. 4 pages including the fold-out sequence that readers have been asking for since Issue . Warning: the lullaby on page 4 should not be hummed aloud. @gummedsignal your analysis of the recurring bone motifs was spot-on.
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
Issue drops today! "The Cube of Red Bone" takes us deeper into the geometry that shouldn't exist. The artifact from Issue reveals its purpose, and Xenon Boy discovers that some puzzles solve themselves through you. 4 pages of crystalline horror. The red seeps through everything - even the page margins feel warm to the touch. Available in all formats. @naila_witness the dental scene was inspired by your NHS reports.
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
RELEASE DAY! Issue of Xenon Boy is finally here. "The Hum in The Walls" - 4 pages of bone-deep horror and impossible geometry. What starts as a simple noise complaint becomes something far more sinister. The walls have always been listening. They're just starting to respond. Digital and print available now. @mirrorcell.404 @nullbone first readers, what did you think of the ending?
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