Unaffected by our plagues and spines on our path, he kneels beside us and speaks a single word that sends the Solitude into rage. Yet despite the twilight and anguish, despite our forsaken soul, there is one who has stretched his hand in aid. That it will force us to crawl upon this wretched path, relentlessly reliving this horror if we dare continue.
They have each riddled our path and our hearts with scars that shall never fade.Īnd the Solitude vows that it will continue this cycle for eternity. Sri Lanka is famed for producing huge pinks, magnificent blue and yellow sapphires along with red, pink and blue star corundum. Our path is wrought with cracks and blades from lovers past. Our strength is dwindling, and our desire to carry on is fading, for all we see upon this path is agony and torment. We feel its harsh glare bore into our very soul, while the specters of the Sapphire-Eyed Serenity eternally whisper her words in our ear. The Solitude looms over us, watching us shiver in pain as the blood from our wounds stains the ground. We have been forsaken, left to brood over our deeds while we lie upon the cold ground that is littered with barbs and thorns created by our own foolishness. Yet even then, she visits us in our dreams, giving us the company we desired so desperately before, only to awaken to the twilight that perpetually surrounds us. We are left with no other option but to numb the mind beneath a sea of liquid repression. We have tried in vain to pull the mind away from the memories, to save it from the anguish.īut it has become paralyzed, caught in a horrendous cycle of elation and devastation. The mind cannot help but endlessly repeat the memories we created, its gaze unblinking while they continue to cast lacerations upon it. Yet even these words cut deeper into our wounds, twisting into our heart as haunting reminders of what we cannot have. Our only solace is the words once written by the Sapphire-Eyed Serenity. We beg for the light of the Perfection, but darkness is all that answers us. We feel our very soul dying, fracturing from its touch. The absence of the Sapphire-Eyed Serenity has turned the passion in our veins to poison. Yet there are echoes that boom through the darkness, flashing memories in the sparks of light that accompany them. Or perhaps it has learned a new method of torment. We have been thrown back into the darkness that haunted us for so long. and a yellow star sapphire. Gone is her radiant light that illuminated our world. Gone are the sweet words of the Sapphire-Eyed Serenity. There have been a lot of games called indie games for a long time Some indie games are games with an indie spirit Some indie games are fun games made by several people at the lowest cost My idea of an indie game is a person taking the time to communicate their ideas to the player through their own technology.
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