• ]html5[
If this article has been opened by chance, like a mysterious door, let’s immediately cut to the chase.
And yes, this space does mercifully need some WebAssembly and WebGL 1.0:
• https://valdram.itch.io/02345pc
• https://www.valdram.com/02345(PC)
Inside you won’t find answers and neither will become happier. It is, however, filled with peace.
To be fair, or maybe not. Because of how the page would look in a window or a browser tab on your platform depends on many factors, and to even speculate about just the color rendering with all software variety nowadays is hardly acceptable. Which only dooms me on further speculations.
Anyway, if one agrees with getting explanations…
• ]You probably have an idea[
There was an idea whether to not publish anything on the Steam news section before the release to Early Access, and to mark the outcome with a titular article back in March...
And there's supposedly an explanation for this delay, but this is not a place for it.
It is a place for the game that necessarily and hopefully will leave the right message in Self and play up the careless inexorable stress angle. One that shows reflections of needles that have accumulated over the process and which are unlikely to prefer to be mercifully dissolved into a cup of years, I suppose.
Right now, you can only guess. Love itself became increasingly scarce in the world and that is what ultimately messed up the process quite nicely, but I hope for a continuity where such a thing will remain purely a ghost.
After all, I dream of cultural meanings that have been settling on the trading shelves of Hearts for years, and said fantasies of mine require even greater sacrifices than the imagined.
This is why there is a coin inside.
• ]Development is in progress[
Places I use for social activity, such as Zolynh, are filled up evenly and I would keep on leaving touches outside the Steam newsfeed canvas, before the real thing, in my own way of thinking, came out.
But just this week, or to be more specific, in the middle of this week we came across something interesting.
Unfortunately, on the calendar I have, the last Wednesday was the last Wednesday set at the 22nd of the remaining months of this year. Wednesday, Среда, Cрѣда́, Środa, Srzoda, Sredá or Serdà.
But to prevent coming up empty-handed, I’ve built something to show...
Which once again proves how far off course the ship is.
But essentially, it's just a temporary detour on the way, not a change of direction.
That's why there is still a ship left.
• ]...2202[
And generally speaking, the world echoes around itself periodically.
An unnatural involvement of the audience or a demand for instantaneous reactions, is once again more often a prerogative of frank pleasure, pernicious but not passionate. The kind of pleasure that destroys the essence with enzymes before it matures.
And it is hard to change that cycle.
That is why there is a fruit left.
Here and now is simple, but how to preserve the past?
