We were in bed together and she asked what I'm frightened of.
I said I'm scared of plane crashes.
I said I'm scared of seeing things I shouldn't.
I'm scared of her laughing about me with her friends.
I'm scared of our bodies.
I'm scared of my brother.
And she said "I think you're stupid,"
"I think you're far more frightening than any of those things."

Over the past year, I've become very aware and acquainted with the field of computer programs pertaining to personal experiences and anecdotes. Those which become transmogrified into these ethereal "games" that expose a lifetime of trauma, self-development, and other personal revelations, that are then magnificently fed to the player over the span of a couple of hours that I absolutely love. It takes a great deal of courage to even muster the creation of such a work, far more to put that work out there for a wealth of people to engage with and form their own connections and drawn meanings to. There's not much I feel that I can speak on when it comes to this game in fear of disrespecting its author, however, I have come out of it a bit more aware of myself in the short amount of time that the experience offered. Thank you for sharing this beautiful work of art with us all. A work so personal I fear I may never come to stand up to.

As I do with any other game of substantial personal meaning and intimacy with its creator, I yield to append a rating to it as I feel that's a weeee bit insulting to the creator. Rest assured, I loved my time with it, I love the developer for sharing this piece of work with the world, and I love you all. Stay well.