This first-person adventure grapples with three very simple questions. Why are we so fascinated by the impossible? What is the reason why we keep trying to go beyond the boundaries of possibility? And, once we did, do we remain human at all?
The game was included in the OPTIMUM exhibition that took place from June 1st to June 30th, 2022 at the All-Russian Decorative Art Museum.
Early mornings are very chilly up here, yet my shelter keeps the dampness away.
As I’m roused from my sleep, I see the faint glimmer of dawn through my closed eyelids.
My shelter is by no means a palace, yet some light is available.
A gust of wind blows my candle out. It is time to proceed.
A step away from my shelter, a revolting monstrosity sprouts from the earth. It is getting stronger day by day.
The world is made pale by the dawn’s chilly haze, a forest of the unliving.
Someone screams from within the old tree, it makes the light in my eyes fade.
As I come to myself, I observe that my candle went out yet again.
The trees, at least, are no longer dead, the sun had brought them back.
The stream twists and turns through the trees, it lures me into my place of longing.
Nothing bothers me here, neither the world itself, nor my place within it.
There is a place for everyone here, six feet deep, ever downwards, ever upwards.
Is there a way, however, to tell how deep human memory goes?
Someone else’s memory overwhelms me, it empties me out, I can no longer grasp a thought of my own.
The terror! The tempest is upon me!
There’s a clearing ahead, I’m nearly out of the forest.
By the forest the sinister growth makes the very air dead as it oozes its poison.
Just a few steps more, my shelter is there to protect me…
…my swift deliverance, my timeless captivity.
