This entry is really beautiful. Not very horny or kinky, but it made me think. It felt very sad, reading that only a single of Sappho's poems survives complete among a sea of incomplete fragments. I really felt that in the gameplay, how I kept trying to piece together something coherent but it was impossible with all the blanks. I could feel the passion behind every poem, but the in the end each one never felt complete. I felt that yearning to just have a whole work to hold on to, to see and express something so pure as love. I could not help but think of why sappho's poems specifically had a hard time surviving - of how much queer culture and history throughout the years, millennia apparently, has been destroyed. This game really made me confront that irrevocable loss, but also made me appreciate how queer love has existed and been beautiful for so long. Thank you.