Paradise Lost

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Ce jeu et d'une lenteur absurde !!!! Que tu cour ou que tu marche , tu vas a la meme vitesse . SI tu compare a un escargots et une limace ! Bien tu es une limaces A tel points que tu t'endors sur ton écran !!!! Que des bug au points de control ! Perso reste bloqué EN positif , beau et bonne histoire . ON NA BESOIN DU SPEED et des correctif

cestina bugy nactu posledni pozici a chodim na miste nejde se pohnout

[h1]We Were Already in Paradise—Thus, We Return to the Mother[/h1] What is Eden? Or rather, where does it dwell? I had heard tales of men—utopias masquerading as realities—who harboured a remote dream, a distant origin. That we had been expelled, yet some chose to cultivate their own garden in the image of paradise. Yet the war was cruel. Mother died. She left me a photograph. I was unsettled when I found it among the keepsakes; in it, she stood beside a man, and a number—four. I think I know where to steer my steps. Whilst Mother rests beneath snow-covered rocks, in this dry, dead air, devastated by bombs. There is a loneliness one can breathe. I left my bunker, that warm home where my mother’s paintings adorned the walls—depicting trees, the moon, symbols of motherhood, nurture. That was my paradise. I pressed on, loneliness wrapping around me, listening to my footsteps crunching upon the endless snow. The sky, at times diaphanous and at others opaque, gestured towards where I might go. I arrived, only to hear the echo of solitude deepen. Once, this place seemed to brim with voices, yet also with anxieties, with papers shown to officers, communication held in a foreign tongue. Did the lost paradise welcome all women, children, and scientists, regardless of language or guise? It seems not. I listened to the crunch of my steps, the echo spilling into every corner. Suitcases and soft toys lay scattered. I stood watching—a living witness to the nuclear winter—all that care left forgotten in a teddy bear, in letters that never arrived. I walked, descending, through places once exclusive to the chosen few. I could still hear selection, discrimination. Yet their secrets were concealed within the bowels of this place, masquerading as protection, but in truth, a final line of defence for an ideology devouring itself from within. What could have happened here? What did a promise of paradise mean to them? Dreams, anxieties, revolts… Everything here was not so different from the world outside. I followed my steps, searching for the place in the photograph where my mother and that man appeared together. I had to descend further—down where a city rose beneath a cavern, as though we had reverted to cave-dwellers, paradise reduced to a sterile place, almost wintry, yet untouched by snow. Suddenly, the doors parted. Someone activated the mechanisms. I saw feats of engineering, weapons, experiments—all devoid of a human heartbeat. Experiments with mothers. Who am I in this world they call paradise? What would have shaped me, had I been part of it, that acclaimed living space? Nothing vital. Only death followed. No winners, no losers, only a hollow ache in history. A gesture called me. It opened the doors and drew me towards a communicator. Someone was there. Her name: Ewa. Could she be like the first woman of this new world? What have we left behind for others? Kindly—though I trust so little—her voice reassured me. She nurtured me, helped me press on. It was the first voice I had heard since my mother’s. She told me everything that transpired here, softening the cry within me. Though I could not see her. Horrors. Strange glimpses of what abides here—the lengths to which each experiment, controlling minds both physically and mentally, was carried out. Revolts everywhere. Many fighting over who might rule, so as not to die of hunger. So I continued. Carefully. At times drifting from Ewa, as the communication fractured. What secrets did they guard here, in this paradise of shadows? Further along, in the bowels, in the womb of this vegetated place, my true self revealed itself: Ewa is my sister. I was born here. We are like twins, intertwined with the great tree of Veles, which nourishes the reality of this lost world. Veles: fertility. I see how it is reborn; yet this sustenance is sheltered within the womb of the world. Shall we be the seeds of this new age, clearing the mist and snow of the old? Could this be paradise? No. Veles embodies fertility, yet that tree of life must truly provide sustenance, and in turn be sustained. I paused, after aiding Ewa’s people. We performed a ritual. Those who once were, now rest. Veles observes, but does not impose. Yet I see tiny butterflies taking flight. I linger, watching them dance with joy—bright, warm sparks of life fluttering towards the heart. I move on, seeking my sister. She is encapsulated. At last, I comprehend what paradise is: a dream, something that cannot be created, yet we can surrender something of ourselves—our very lives—so that life upon the earth may be reborn. I remain with my sister—she, resting within a capsule—and when I arrive, I choose to stay by her side. We shall grant it new meaning, leaving behind the opaque storms of the past that once blinded us to reality and to the direction we ought to follow. We are no longer alone. We have each other. I have my sister. And so… we rest. We allow the tree to commune with us, so that the world of yesterday may, at last, be as it always was—for we were already in paradise. Only through our blindness did we never know where we stood. Paradise: home with all living beings, neither more nor less, a resonance binding us together, like my sister and I. Thus, we return to the mother, blossoming once more.

Dochodzisz zawsze do tego samego momentu i dalej gra Cie nie puszcza.Wykonanie zadania jest niemozliwe brak alternatywnych rozwiazan.Nie dziala w tym samym miejscu a szkoda bo gra ma potencjal.Nie polece gry ktora w pewnym i tym samym momencie blokuje sie.

Einfach eine verbuggte Katastrophe . Rausgeschmissenes Geld .

You very slowly walk around and look for circles to interact with. These will either perform an action, pick up an item, pick up a piece of paper to read, or throw you into a flashback scene.

Zapowiadało się pięknie, lecz błędy w postaci zablokowanej postaci (niby wszystko ok, lecz nie można się ruszyć z miejsca) po wczytaniu stanu gry skutecznie zniechęciły do dalszych prób, a szkoda. Chciałbym, lecz polecić nie mogę :(

This game left a hole in my stomach. Extremely recommended. I wish they had used original Polish and German voice-over instead of going for an extremely bland English. And be careful with motion sickness.

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