This game really shocked me.This art style happens to be my favorite.and It's very similar to my experience.No friend no one to even talk to.
The kind of oppression that stifles even a cry or a groan and All meaning is dissociated by the stomach acid of nothingness.Crying for understanding But only get an echo from the void
The weight of the soul is only 21 grams, but it is a weight that my diaphragm cannot bear.
I also tried and am trying to create a tulpa too.That's where my name comes from, Imaginary Friend.I hope life is getting better.
besides,if i can translate it into chinese and share it?Good works should not be buried.<3