...and so, we start all over again.
One would think that a linear puzzle game would have no replay value, and yet I cannot stop myself from repeatedly booting it up and just soaking in the delicious aesthetic.
It drips, oozes style from every pore, every orifice spouting time diluting rainbows and pastel silhouettes.
The single-track, determined faces march along, only interrupted by a crushing blow to the head.
Malicious plants sprout from green pipes to impede your progress, nostalgic remnants of a long-forgotten era.
Soothing string melodies and piano lullabies dart the landscapes in ethereal overtones.
And time...time distorts, peels away, reverses, splits, and stretches.
Yet, time is the same. Time is the only thing that can never be changed. Time is the only truth, and, in the end, time is all that poor Tim has.
