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.