This game doesn't speak to me. It sings to me, a song of failure or triumph. It's surprisingly tough and unforgiving, but very rewarding if you think. Perhaps it is simply the beauty of the art and the language, but this game touches me deeply, and I admit to crying a few times in part zero alone. Even restarting because I starved, I teared at the idea of being left behind and how my creator spoke.

Playing this game, something in me stirs. I need to learn it well, and this game is a great teacher. I think the most noteworthy thing is that the player isn't an empty shell, but something you merge into, to speak it's flowing language, see what it sees, and think like it does. But this is my favorite game of all time so far, and I hope I grow and learn both inside and out.

Thank you, Dreaming Door. You made a game that I actually connect to.
And to Ludwig: I chose the compassion path first because I know it's true, and I am here after all. Thank you for this masterpiece, and may you be blessed.