Reminds me of this game I used to play called Dark Cloud.
Good times. Great music. Veeery powerful.
The many faces of 3 - 3: To the ridden.
It was out of my hands, to be allowed here still, and as time passed; passed my hand in relevance.
Though i rode the wind before, this was a much more persistent plane, the desert.
sometimes i managed to walk into shades, but always greeted by the blistering sun anew.
It loved me, engulfed me, and i learned to love it back in all its destruction. It became my family.
Reminds me of this game I used to play called Dark Cloud.
Good times. Great music. Veeery powerful.
i havent played dark cloud much (only first dungeon as far as i remember, in a demo on some promotion disc) but i played dark cloud 2 (dark chronicle) and loved it :)
anyway, thank you :)
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