you will die alone out here in the black somber, beautiful, and deeply intentional. it is a game that does not hide. the stakes are clear - you cannot change them. skill will not save you.  luck may grant you another few sentences, another small record of your life, your work, your heartbeat, but these are only increments. when the end finally comes it will not unexpected, even if it feels too soon. 

who are you that you might venture here? who are you that you will die? when the air gets thin, what will you hold on to?