i have never felt an emptiness so comforting, disgust and depression and darkness so effortless in their omniscience. they carved their pneumatics and sonics into my senses, strangling my amygdalae with hooks and barbs of indiscriminate love.
i can only recount my experience in broad, emotional strokes- as if to make sure i never forget the decisive futility of it all, i browsed the final screenshots from my first playthrough as my brain finally caught up to my heart, demanding release. i withered and cried in mourning of people and places who don't exist. i felt cradled and blessed in that moment, and i wasn't sure if i deserved to know such divine clarity.

signalis bore holes deep into my flesh and bone of blackest nightmares, of the loudest louds and a thousand, thousand deaths and rebirths consuming my synapses with the wisdom and light of infinite sorrows, a kindness i fear i will never be able to repay for as long as i live. it is one of the most beautiful pieces of human creation i have ever endured, and its memory will persist long after i am nothing but ash and dust.