This is not for you.

I still get nightmares. In fact I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I’m not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares...

...For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room, But you won't understand why or how. You'll have forgotten what granted you this awareness in the first place.

Old shelters-television, magazines, movies-won't protect you anymore. You might try scribbling in a journal, on a napkin, maybe even in the margins of this book. That's when you'll discover you no longer trust the very walls you took for granted. Even the hallways you've walked a hundred times will feel longer, much longer, and the shadows, any shadow at all, will suddenly seem deeper, much, much deeper.

You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad you'll be afraid to look away, you'll be afraid to sleep.

Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try and resist you still will, fighting with everything you've got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.
And then the nightmares will begin.

Předem se omlouvám anglicky ne moc zdatným jedincům, ale úvodní pasáž z té možná nejzlověstnější a nejděsivější knihy, kterou jsem kdy četl je dost na místě, protože "Doki Doki Literature Club!" a kniha "House of Leaves" mají jeden společný prvek a tím je tzv. "proboření čtvrté stěny."

Je chyba psát cokoliv dalšího - hra je vizuální román a to se na ni nezmění - jen přibude zajímavý prvek. Hru budete muset "dohrát" alespoň třikrát, což zabere nějakých 5hodin (já četl hodně rychle a pamatoval jsem si opakující pasáže, tak jsem to sfoukl za tři hoďky. Hra je mimochodem zadarmo. Ale... můžu ke hře říct něco víc? Cokoliv je spoiler a ty jsou zde nežádoucí snad víc než kde jinde.. Protože na nich stojí a padá celý zážitek. Čtení House of Leaves občas vyžadovalo zrcátko - tak si to přirovnejte ke hře a možná to ve vás probudí tu zvědavost. Ale máte li zájem vyhněte - se - spoilerům.

Na začátku hry je varování o doporučeném věku hráče a také o tom, že by hru neměli hrát lidé trpící úzkostí a depresemi. Inu, ono varování zde je na místě a nejedná se o varování před nahotou a náznaky erotiky.. to opravdu ne. Tohle není simulátor randění.

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...now everyone can be happy..