Odd, strange, and full of heart. A collection of strings seemingly going nowhere, all stuck in a knot. And then it slowly starts to unravel, make sense. Don’t expect a grand story here. Expect a small one, a tiny tale maybe. Something small enough to cherish and just feel along to as you read.
For something so strange and tiny, this is oddly personal yet resonant. It’s hard to compare it with… anything, but I think the closest I can think of is a video game: Knytt Underground. Which is similar in its theme, feelings and sense-making oddness of it all.
Despite that, it’s a tiny drop of perfection. A story that could go on forever, and somehow you want it to, but stops when it needs to. A curio that, if possible, should be consumed with a mug of hot cocoa on a rainy autumn afternoon close to a hearth. A memory that will nestle snugly in a corner of your mind for tiny grins at a later date.