a ghosting, in several fades

because it never really left.

Turn the sound on (top left, headphones help). It starts with the wind. Move slowly. Scroll down.

The fade

You read it. It said seen. Then nothing.

Three small dots appeared, and thought better of it.

Someone you knew became a kind of weather: a chill by the window, a draught with a name.

Ghosting is just haunting from the other side.

Everybody leaves the room. The room remembers.

The dark room

The lights are off. Something is in here with you.

Carry the light. Your pointer is the lantern. (Keyboard: press Tab, the room will show you.)

The fine print

Some words only speak when you disturb them.

Press, hold and drag across the dark below.

Goodbye, blue sky. It closed like an eyelid, the way a good day does.

I would be your slave, the stranger said, and meant the chains were music.

Because. Only because. Three voices in a round, going nowhere beautifully.

Nothing is written here. Honest. (Drag anyway.)

The procession

Riders in the sky: a herd that never lands.

A slow light sweeps across. Wait for it, and watch what it uncovers.

The hour

How long is left?

The one clock here that does not lie

Another countdown is running out.

Hyper Dash goes dark at midnight in Belgium. In the same breath, Hero Drop opens.

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Unofficial fan page. Not affiliated with or endorsed by Hyper Dash or Triangle Factory.

The other ghosts

The other ghosts who came to the party

An unofficial fan tribute. All artwork here is drawn from scratch; no songs are played, only a slow original haunt made in the browser.

Séance ledger

Twelve things are hiding. What you find is remembered on this device only.