![]() ![]() Without knowing what, exactly, happens at a season's end, it's up to you to decide what may interest the scientists that happen upon your journal in centuries to come. She's also a skilled artist, too, able to sketch monochrome facsimiles of the many stunning vistas she encounters. The same goes for sound clips with a mic and recorder, she can tape intriguing soundscapes and magically embed those in her notes. Armed with a polaroid camera, Estelle snaps anything she finds noteworthy - you're the judge of what is and isn't interesting - and pops it into her journal. Here's a story trailer for Season: A Letter to the Future to give you an idea.Īnd so begins Season: a Letter to the Future, a gentle, melancholic adventure that sees Estelle leave Caro and explore the world beneath it, overwhelming her senses with sights, sounds, and sensations she's never felt before. ![]() Instead, she wants to archive the current season to inform and educate those in the seasons yet to come. ![]() But even though the fine folk of Caro are nestled high up in the clouds and safe from the turmoil below, Estelle wants to do more than sit and accept the season's end this time. Unsettled by a portentous dream, her people prepare for the changing season, a poetic phrase that marks the end of the world well, the end of the world as these people know it, anyway. That's what Estelle set out to create, though. It was not, and never will be, an anthropological artefact to house the sights, sounds, and souls of a dying civilisation. But with every other tangent and run-on sentence - some things never change, I guess - it's hard to imagine them being interesting to anyone in years to come. Availability: Out January 31 on PC, PS4, PS5.Several years later, I moved on to blogging and learned, very much the hard way, not to blast every waking thought and irritation onto the internet. Initially, I tipped all my kid-shaped thoughts into a book with citrus-scented pages, and then my teenage dreams and devastations fell into a navy diary with golden trim and a flimsy lock. An intimite, mindful story of journalling what matters hits a few small bumps in the road.ĭo you keep a journal? I used to. ![]()
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