PS Inspiration Take II: Getting Back on the Infinite Staircase

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"Not only have the chains of

"Not only have the chains of the Law been broken, they never existed; demons never guarded the stars, the Empire never got started, Eros never grew a beard."
-Hakim Bey: CHAOS: The Broadsheets of Ontological Anarchism


The First Tree Tells Intertwined Tales Of Hardship Through A Fox's Journey

A mother fox trying to find her missing cubs. A man reconnecting with his childhood and his father after a time of loss. These stories will connect as players control the fox on a heartrending, but poignant, journey across a beautiful woodland in The First Tree.

Players will explore an ever shifting wilderness, walking through woods, through fields of blowing grass, across still ponds, and into the moonlit night, taking in their surroundings while finding pieces of memories that belong to the man. In this way, both of their stories come together over the course of the adventure, creating a connection through familial ties that will bring their sad, but powerful journeys together.

The First Tree is short, but its exploration of death and coming to understand it is no less heart-wrenching in its duration. So don't play it before work just because you have some time. Unless you like your co-workers asking what you've been crying about, that is.

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2nd update for today, Sarah

2nd update for today, Sarah Slean, The Cosmic Ballet

"One said April is the cruelest month
when worn out promises return,
but there's more wisdom in the iris bud
than all our centuries of words,
see as the flower opens
what is there to say?
Oh, hear the vow unspoken
in its sweet decay
this eternity of ebb and flowing,
oh the cosmic ballet ...
all my life I tried to kill this longing,
tried to cure it, make it right,
but how it tugs me to my destined places
like a moon upon the tides,
how can the dream be broken
if the dreamer learns
these are the fires I poke in,
but I'm never burned.
Ebb and flowing of an ancient ocean,
oh the cosmic ballet ...
sweet dancing,
sweet dancing,
a dancer you must be
sick woman in a sick bed waiting
light fast fading in her eyes,
somewhere else another light is forming
turning into newborn cries
on the wind is sighing,
calling out our names
saying no, no there is no dying
only changing face
you my darling are the rest and motion
of the cosmic ballet ...
sweet dancing,
sweet dancing,
and dancers you shall be."