You are not an ordinary game,
So how could I ever hope to give you an ordinary review?
From the moment I set foot on your salty shores,
air filled with the scent of the ocean,
swept up by the landbound breeze,
I knew our time together would be short but meaningful.
Accompanied by wailing violins,
a voice guided me around the shoreline,
across a graveyard of stranded ships and through luminescent caves.
The melodies of the slushing water,
and the whispering of the wind.
It made me FEEL the cold of the Island.
Vibrating strings and dramatic ivory keys
kept me marching, ever onward.
Trailing a path of candles,
lit to guide my way to a beacon.
Ever drawing nearer to and end.
Not only to this story’s tale,
but also to my role as the protagonist in this fleeting dream.
Oh dear Esther,
soon, I may not even recall whatever meaning you tried to inscribe into my soul.
I, who just sought to escape the daily woes of life in your digital world.
But I will forever reflect upon the beauty of your majestic sights.
The full moon,
peeking through the cave’s mouth,
Like an open eye peering into my very being.
Dark blues, contrasting the bright orange of the shimmering candlelight.
it sets my mind at ease.
You are a brief experience,
but you were ever worth my time.