A deeply affecting work of audiovisual art that washes over you and takes a part of you as tribute. The cynicism of its story manages to somehow not dismantle its emotional core, but strengthen it, showing the signs of a game that has been hurt by the world and screams that hurt, asking you to examine yourself in relation to it.

Nothing else looks, sounds, or feels like Dujanah. The half-star taken off my rating is owed to repeated issues with bugs during my more recent playthroughs - Maybe I will never get to play it in its purest form again. Maybe that's okay.