I booted this game at exactly 3:33 AM, the Hour of the Moth, and immediately felt the presence of three [3] translucent entities in the room. They spoke to me in the language of dial-up modems and told me Brun is actually a metaphor for my third-grade self, forever craving for their inner God. UI design evoked truths hidden in sacred geometry, not to talk ab how mechanics and what they did to my body. I think I’m legally married to Brun now. 13/10, this isn’t a game—it’s a transmission from the void.