one of those pieces of writing that's so sincere and vulnerable that it guts me and brings me to my tender-hearted knees. at first i was a little skeptical with how long-winded and scatter-brained Celestine is, felt like the important details would slip past me in how much she thinks, but as time goes on, the amount of space and time you're able to give each scene is so goddamn magical at building at atmosphere that is VISCERALLY real. i was really blown away by the first moth scene, but then you nail every flashback scene, driving home harder and harder how human it is to become absolutely broken by life and the choices you make for yourself. everything after the unconditional care of the diner scene raked me with so much fear and identification and stake that when it all ended, I... I don't know. I feel like I remember what care and hope are from seeing it arise from the absolute shitstorm you built. everything about these characters is so unremarkable and normal, and yet through that they become conduits for one of the most human endings to anything I've ever read (and I've read A LOT). I was drawn in by how many structural similarity and a sense of kinship between our two games, and have finished feeling blown out of the water by how bitter I let my version conclude. I've been a rough spot recently and sometimes one piece of writing tells you exactly what you needed to hear, so apologies if this is super emotional and overbearing. Feel like I need more time before I can articulate this formally, so all I can say, Evie, is that you have created art. And I... I need to go for a walk. Thank you though. I really needed this.
Also I guess the sex scenes were pretty hot too.
(also first time I've seen each scene have it's own soundscape. very ambient and immersive (i.e. will be stealing)