A hammer wielding moth is trapped in a glass web spun of light. Emancipation remains contingent on will. To liberate agency is to smash dreams. Desire takes us either to the cold dark or leaves us with the bright oblivion.
This game was like a feast left behind by a cosmic being. It was truly incredible and delicious. Thank you for sharing your ramblings. I enjoyed them very much. ^^🩸🥀
Trademark br0kenleg weirdness in an irresistable interactive assemblage! A high-concept psychomenagerie, a feast for molecules, a living chapbook with infectious outgrowths.
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A hammer wielding moth is trapped in a glass web spun of light. Emancipation remains contingent on will. To liberate agency is to smash dreams. Desire takes us either to the cold dark or leaves us with the bright oblivion.
Thank you for these wonderfully wise words.
This game was like a feast left behind by a cosmic being. It was truly incredible and delicious. Thank you for sharing your ramblings. I enjoyed them very much. ^^🩸🥀
Glad to hear that! :D
Trademark br0kenleg weirdness in an irresistable interactive assemblage! A high-concept psychomenagerie, a feast for molecules, a living chapbook with infectious outgrowths.
an absolutely perfect description for the game, thank you for having checked it out!!