(How do you feel?)
– I feel something, yes. Sometimes, that’s all that matters.
(But you’re still anxious, aren’t you?)
– Naturally. In fact, I’m absolutely terrified. Was it that obvious?
(You keep looking around, but not upwards.)
– Ah, about that…
– I think I’ve mentioned it before, haven’t I?
(What about?)
– Oh, just some small things.
(Can small things really make you terrified?)
– It’s difficult to explain.
I climb up the metal railing, letting my legs dangle over the edge. I steal occasional glances at the abyss below. It answers with its cold, angry breath. That’s how we communicate. Like old friends.
– Sometimes it feels like the entire world is pretending to be insane.
– As if it’s trying to convince me to believe in something that doesn’t even exist.
(That’s strange, isn’t it?)
This game is the sequel to Milk inside a bag of milk inside a bag of milk. It picks up right where the first game left off.