One cannot appreciate the value of something possess until it is no more. Memory keeps alive the fleeting moments of time that touch the soul and shape the personality. Life begets love, passion, dread, fear, and hope. What is made of that life is in the moment; that moment when there is no longer isolation from the outside, but the urge to fall into it and become one with the natural world…
Read MoreI just died. Complete loss. My character continued to make death spasms as the screen asked whether I wanted to respawn at my last save point…
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