There have been a lot of games that were difficult for me to complete. Maybe I didn't want it to be over, or there were hard puzzles.
The moment I opened the game and saw the stone, I knew exactly how to end this game, the way it finished. It was a brutal reality.
I ran through the dialogue many times, praying for an alternate solution. I didn't even want to know what function the stick might serve.
This was, for lack of another term, beautiful in a hard to describe and sorrowful sense. 