Eysin: The Giggling Curtain
A Sci-Fantasy Mystic Comedy About the End of Separation
By Silvi Simberg – Oathfeed 2026
By the year ACE 303: the world has learned to interface with a mysterious alien technology that’s begun to reshape architecture, landscapes and even human bodies. Twice a year the Eesian drone Swarm forces everyone indoors or underground, turning the sky into a no-fly zone of humming menace.
People have learned to form intimate bonds with ships of questionable sentience, and the gigantic golden Sampo Tree near Gotland glows across the entire Baltic coastline.
This is the world Eysin and Arkion stumble back into after two years apart: a year of fervent letters, then a year of silence. Their quest unfolds through greenhouses, Cathedral-worms, marzipan apples, rare cigarettes smoked like communion, and hyper-consensual lovemaking that sometimes shakes bedframes hard enough to quote Sartre from the other side of the wall.
But the lace curtains in every mansion aren’t ordinary fabric. Born from the aftershock of a future cosmic blast, they’re vaudeville voyeurs—gossiping, fainting from second-hand embarrassment, and occasionally leaning through the fourth wall to whisper spoilers to the reader.
As personal and global chaos escalates—Reval crumbling into bloody revolution, the Navigator Guild falling to rival forces—an ancient archive of three hundred thousand years of suffering wakes, offering extinction as mercy. The only answer is joy: absurd, stubborn, ridiculous joy—in the form of a crowned giant toad slapping a sky-god, a cosmic sneeze ejecting possession, and a dance that turns grief into weather.
Thorns draw blood.
Guilt makes up doors.
Laughter shuts them.
Punk as fuck, tender as moss, moist as a midsummer marsh that refuses to let the night end.
Eysin: The Giggling Curtain is complete and publishing serially on Substack. Come for the giggling curtains and apple-juice slow-burn. Stay for the gentlest awakening you’ll ever read.
Ch. 1 – The Curtain Ships Itself (and Everyone Else)
A sci-fantasy mystic comedy about joy: the end of separation. A surprise visitor seeking refuge behind her couch. And a tea blend too manly for anyone to drink. A curtain falls.
Ch. 2 – A Kantele Tries to Murder Everyone with Feelings
The sci-fantasy soul tips her toe in a cooler brand of palace drama. Velvet songs on a kantele. Mulled wine medicine and folk dancing. And plankton-green planning of a prison break.
Ch. 3 – Moistest of Woods National Park & Gift Shop
A gonzo sci-fantasy action romp through absurd wilderness: 8-bit action, exploding dragonflies, Goomba trucks & Gauloises in the rain. Continue coins available on level completion.
Ch. 4 – The Living Pearl (Formerly Snakehead. Never speak that cursed name again.)
A psychedelic mystic odyssey of wonder: A living Vantablack worm the size of a cathedral that absorbs light and dignity. Bring sunglasses, a strong stomach, and your singing voice.
Ch. 5 – Breathing the Same Damp Air Between Heartbeats
The sci-soul takes a whiff of slow-burn romance of exquisite restraint on top of a Kraken and Warring Sounds. A night of polite distance, apple-ripe dreams, and silence that screams.
Ch. 6 – Marzipan Apples and the Deer That Heard Too Much
Never mind the backdrop – time for a bit of eros & comedy. A sage blunt, apples so sweet they should be banned in twelve religions, beauty that extorts yells and one dow in urgent need of therapy.
Ch. 7 – The Lighthouse: Hoʻoponopono. Life Force with Zero Brain Cells, Zero Veils
Half-a-kiss and counting. A universe-saving cigarette, and a short essay on commitment that isn’t an economy. Unfair warning: hyperconsensual lovemaking and explicit soul surgery ahead.
B-side Ch. 7 – The Little Starbase
What does the smell of marzipan apples remind you of; a bucket run for water in the middle of the night, and a post-mortem report on an extraordinary self-surgery.
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Ch. 8 – Bubby, the Good Boy, and the Forest That Refuses to Stop Crying
Let’s take a deep breath now. Returning to the world through a mystic pastoral with secret charcoal notes, resin tears slow as memory, a musical collaboration, and plans changed by mud.
B-side Ch. 8 – Prince Green
The shrooms don’t hit. Somebody get that frosh-shrub a toothbrush.
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Ch. 9 – Stiff Loaf, Birdsmugglers, and Blackout Threats
Comedy chaos with mud-caked arrivals, meal planning in the shower, a loaf too stiff to cut, and a grass-roots curtain riot against the oppression of funky bass lines. Scheduling conflicts forgiven.
B-side Ch. 9 – Green Hands, Peanuts and Synthwave.
Arkion tests a quick secret technique on their attic spar. C9 brings them back to the Factory. Toasts, synths and plans at the Dinner Thing.
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Ch. 10 – The Attic of the Fourth Dimension (The Veil’s Unreal, Brother)
A mind-bending mystic horror-comedy with black TV-cube thinking it’s God. Eysin declares personal bankruptcy. Angechrome’s seal unlocks, curtains turn to Fusilli. This was nothing. Nothing at all.
Ch. 11 – Ritual, Swing-Flip, a Wedding, and the Loudest Sound in the World
A sacred absurd comedy of belonging and ancient sci-fi folk rites: a swing upside-down, the world’s loudest sound, and a marriage because an old man with antlers said so.
Ch. 12 En Route: Adalsysla → Vegas-B (and a different kind of Lighthouse appears)
A gonzo boat-trip comedy on spontaneous Bliss: Rapid Ascent. A sudden lighthouse beam where lighthouse beam shouldn’t be, threatening bison or Baltikon rampage on a herd hauler.
Ch. 13A – Vegas-B: Population – Whoever Showed Up and Stayed
A carnival of joy takes an absurd turn that isn’t quite so absurd. The world’s first nomadic armada society with a russo-italian mayor, disco saints, pirate dumplings, and an evening of good deals.
Ch. 13B – Vegas-B: The Howling Night With Literal Time Fuckery
Comedy on Eros meeting French Existentialism. Hyperreal absurd: fulcrum sorcery and a silent mission, fever dreams of Optimus Prime, the howl, and a gentle un-undressing farewell. (What’s chocolate?)
Ch. 14 – Existential Euthanasia with Cinnamon and a Side of Gluten Betrayal
A melancholic absurd comedy of farewell and sabotage. Meet the prince of strategy: Alexander “Riot” Laos. Cinnamon cookies laced with regret. One man trying to die correctly.
Ch. 15 – Continental Breakfast with Riot
Alexander gets a little extra over Arkion’s old red bomber jacket. A tour around the gluten time-bombs in the Sampo. A breath of nightfall, fake lightning and colliding stormfronts.
Ch. 16 – 15FPS Elevator to Hell (Hold the Handrail, Sinners)
Eysin and Jarre-Pierre open a nightclub on Sampo’s cargo elevator, hosted by DJ Riot. Let’s dance! Titan spider springs, red ricochet sings! Conga lines and the fall of a hulked-up vedantic blobfish.
Ch. 17 – The Mirror Sea Grimdark burp
Pirate military dunked in cyberpunk/bodyhorror: Arkion and the Baltikons get the Kraken Pisces TOAD while cleaning it of Gisnepo occult murder artwork. Grief wears the face of an old friend.
Ch. 18 – Capricorn
New weird biopunk checks in on an anomaly-whaling mission going sideways: The Kraken Capricorn welcomes Daegan, saves a head, and receives a possessed brother as their first guest of honour.
Ch. 19 – Making Cotton Candy. Sneeze!
Our biopunk nautical experiment turns extra bio with coughs and sneezes, unreliable gravity, punches and CUT! A clash so merry the ship sings a shanty just to keep up with the pace. BANANA PEEL!
Ch. 20 – CCC Eesian Garbage Collector
Scrap Punk and Sea Horror: Eesian trash gremlins are collecting crap to build something huge in the Cotton Candy Cloud. The whaling mission escalates. The curious bell begins to toll.
Ch. 21 – The Violet Monument of Grief and Suffering
Psychopunk is back; this time with Cosmic Horror. Warring sounds crank to 11, Ashera highlights Arkion’s natural destructive potential against 300 000 of pure war.
Ch. 22 – The Drum, the Dance, the Giggle
Falling whistle sound fades-in Coosmic Psychopunk turns Absurdist Joypunk: Angelchrome would like to have a word. What do you do when grief hits you like a literal anvil? TOLL
Ch. 23 – The Big Bloing + Epilogue
Solaris: Confectionary. Extwa cwispy Eysin gets a soft landing. Middle fingers exchanged, nerves knit, everybody eats. Let’s finish this song on Moist Pastoral Romance. Shall we?
