Worldbuilding Monument Valley (and trying to see things through Ida's eyes) was very fun!
The path shifts before Ida's eyes. There's a trick to it, she knows; look at things just right and they fall into place. At least almost always.
It just takes perseverance, and patience. Especially patience. Patience to retrace one's steps, patience to wait for the geometry to shift, for paths to raise or lower, for Crows to get out of the way. She knows she can only control her own movements, her own steps. Everything else is the slowly-shifting mechanical pieces, with occasional help from a friend.
She sighs every time she reaches a new place. The puzzles change, the geography shifts around her, but there is naught to do but slowly let the pieces shift and move and hope that she figures out which angle will make everything make sense. Perhaps there will be another ghost, another cryptic message. She does not care.
Ida does what she needs to do. She replaces what was lost - or stolen, according to the accusing ghosts. If she was the thief, it was a long time ago, far beyond her memory.
And then she steps again. One foot in front of the other, another path, another challenge. Someday she will be at the end of her journey, but she does not know when that is, or when she will run out of things to return.
Shifting Shifty Paths (Monument Valley, worldbuilding)
The path shifts before Ida's eyes. There's a trick to it, she knows; look at things just right and they fall into place. At least almost always.
It just takes perseverance, and patience. Especially patience. Patience to retrace one's steps, patience to wait for the geometry to shift, for paths to raise or lower, for Crows to get out of the way. She knows she can only control her own movements, her own steps. Everything else is the slowly-shifting mechanical pieces, with occasional help from a friend.
She sighs every time she reaches a new place. The puzzles change, the geography shifts around her, but there is naught to do but slowly let the pieces shift and move and hope that she figures out which angle will make everything make sense. Perhaps there will be another ghost, another cryptic message. She does not care.
Ida does what she needs to do. She replaces what was lost - or stolen, according to the accusing ghosts. If she was the thief, it was a long time ago, far beyond her memory.
And then she steps again. One foot in front of the other, another path, another challenge. Someday she will be at the end of her journey, but she does not know when that is, or when she will run out of things to return.
It is her path. And she will follow it.