i have never felt an emptiness so comforting, disgust and depression and darkness so effortless in their omniscience.
they gently carved their pneumatic landscapes and sonics into my senses, strangling my amygdalae with hooks and barbs of indiscriminate love. a sensation so overwhelming and yet so subtle that i couldnt even begin processing the command to wither and cry until minutes after closing the game and browsing my screenshots, my unconscious encroaching upon my final thoughts. the same hand used to break me and make me whole before breaking me again cradled me, a psychopomp to deliver a soul spent from wading overlong in lonely rivers of tears and blood.

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.