Okay Uh, Just Finished Writing Down A Quick Synopsis Of The Wistful Dreaming/chase Manipulation Arc

I gotta be honest with y'all; I'm a fuckin' dumbass.

oh boy, the sins are coming back.

The rolling hills seemed to stretch forever, the bright green grass glistening with morning dew as the sun slowly rose from its resting place.

But amidst all of this, something stood out. A spinning mass of glowing blue particles, rotating around something unseen. An arm reached out from the swirling particles, and then they all dissolved.

"You're our only hope now."

ugh, too much lore...

the tundren (race name subject to change).

there lives a race of creatures not quite in the syloverse.

they are akin to dreamwalkers, as they don't exist. however, they do not belong to naochtren.

they speak in tunes, singing their language not in words, but in emotions and images.

their race is a simple one. they travel the syloverse, telling stories they see and sharing emotions they feel.

they need not eat nor drink; they need only interaction with another.

they feed off of—and share—emotions. if they are alone for too long, they dissapear. they call this phenomenon "the empty"; when devoid of emotion, they fade away, crumble to dust, etcetera. although the method varies, the end result is the same. none of them know where they go after the empty.

as such, they are a very social people, requiring interaction and emotion not only to keep their race alive, but to tell the stories of the syloverse to future generations.

they are the timekeepers.

the only interaction they have outside of themselves is that of the hooded figure. due to his power, he can see, hear, and somewhat interact with them.

he listens to their stories, and occasionally tells them his own.

I just want some peace.

I desire some rest.

I can't ever please

this thing I possess.

I feel so confined,

but I force a smile.

I want out of my mind.

just for a while...

oh yeah, forgot to mention I made a third language for some story shit.

have fun translating, I guess.

Andrew gasped, breathing heavily. "What- Where am I?" Pulling down his arm, he clutched at his heart that he felt stop just moments ago, a bullet having dug its way into the organ and tearing it apart. But clearly he wasn't dead, right?

"... Huh?" His heart wasn't beating. Pausing, he sat up and put a finger to his wrist. Likewise, he had no pulse. "Right… I'm in some random field that seems to go on for miles, and I'm apparently a dead man walking. Great." Andrew stood up. As he looked ahead towards the rising sun, he caught a glimpse of something that looked vaguely like a city.

made more lore for SS.

I'm struggling really bad right now.

not because of depression or anxiety or anything like that—I'm fairly used to that by now.

what I mean is whether or not I should slowly and gradually share my characters through the stories I have yet to complete.

OR

if I should just throw them at y'all and get it over with, giving me even less incentive to finish writing and fleshing out my stories.

if you have a recommendation for what course of action I should take, please feel free to tell me, because I am indecisive as fuck and don't know what to do.