Beautiful, flowery prose wasted on long-winded nothing.
Once I got to the third and last of the mostly independent short-stories, I couldn't help but skip half the descriptive monologues, because I figured that I already knew how the story was about to unfold - and I did, because it went the exact same route as the stories before it.

I like the idea of the framing narrative and wish that was a larger focus of the experience. Instead, it felt like an afterthought to justify writing the same story three times to extend the playtime beyond what I could stomach.