it's so so so comforting, to be able to bask for a couple of minutes in the softness of a game about gender dysphoria, plurality, angels, and being violently trans and queer.

when i woke up after my sweet fledgling had died, i felt like an imposter, a saboteur in the body that was supposed to be mine. it feels like a blessing, then, to witness the way the characters move around, carefully arranging their wings—the way the angel slowly starts coming to terms with their body, carefully molding it into a home. the trans imagery is so beautiful, managing to create a safe space for creatures like us.

one of my comfort games, to be sure. i'll make sure to take care of my wings from now on, too.