EchoVision

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This is not a part of an ARG or a fictional story. This is my genuine obsession

Even though it seems quite absurd, this is still a major focus of interest for me, and honestly, I don't even want to talk about it. It’s one of the two topics I could never fully explain to anyone in a way they would understand

For a long time, I have been consuming media accessed via the internet that appeals to my subconscious and makes me feel truly strange. These contents are generally 4-5 second loops, manipulated with pitch effects, with quality so low it resembles a dream. They make me feel the emotion of being the last person left on Earth to the fullest, yet they carry no inherent meaning. They are visual/auditory media left in the backyard of the internet, with very few followers, from which every viewer can derive a completely independent meaning.

Just like the scary things I watched when I was little, but frightening me at a level my consciousness cannot perceive... Even though they make me shed tears for no reason and seem childish to me, I want to carry these contents with me on a USB and watch/listen to them, despite the chills they give me.

Consuming this content feels like taking a virtual drug. I feel like watching them will detach me from reality. Because I think this way, my brain creates a perception over time as if this is actually happening. I can't understand why I am so attached, and now, these loops sometimes continue to spin inside my head even when I'm not watching them.

Although they are completely virtual, they feel real somewhere very deep, like a sort of hypnagogic hallucination recorded and transferred from a mental environment to a virtual one. Even though I want to cut ties completely, they feel like a part of me. I give my attention and time to these things—which I shouldn't even take seriously—as if they were very serious, thinking they remind me of my most fundamental parts.

I want to bury the USB carrying these in the deepest place possible, but at the same time, I want someone to anonymously discover and understand it. Human emotions like time perception, loneliness, and fear of death lose their meaning when I am exposed to these.

It feels like I want to be forced to be exposed to these on an old monitor forever.

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