In this short fiction game, you are a cog in a corporate machine given a sudden, strange opportunity to save poetry. But you can't save everything.
As the poems delete, you must click on words to save them. Then, you re-arrange those words into new formations. Sometimes you have extra limitations to work within.
I admit, once the worldbuilding hit, it was mildly upsetting to watch the last words of this lost civilizations be deleted forever, the long-gone people finally silenced.
After you finish playing, you're given an opportunity to copy your poems.
Here are mine. I look forward to reading yours.
and dreaming many die, and dreaming many indescribable dead lying bright suffer, their bright moon, emotional bright moon, Natural midnight, Natural dreaming
Assignment 459: Mol'ztor'lorian
Could Hope the feathered hit the sweetest song without the strangest
Assignment 465: Olkuts-pons
Between the mother and the flowers, Between the forests and the spring, faint joy and mute beauty play. When absence was hope, You. When the wood spirits Buried the Windflower, You. You, sad like mother, still like the silver wood
As the sun sets, hungry Life is dancing brightly.
Assignment 475: Okiansfor
don't cry. I stopped. don't cry. the summer sun will rise. don't cry. winter will be gone.
OVERRIDE Auth-Level-One OVERRIDE Pf-SIGMA-AUTH OVERRIDE Auth-Level-Two. ACCEPT Current-Authorization. PERFORM Civilization. TERMINATE CORPOTECH. INITIATE GREATER Civilization.
