The scene in which he is revisiting his memories and eventually they fade away is powerful and relatable. The scene where he looks out the window and sees the vastness of the galaxy makes you feel like a spec of dust and lonely.
The ending made me appreciate the moments I have with loved ones on ordinary days.
Thank you, it was amazing, made me cry. I didn't read the description and it caught me off guard. I guess it's been many years and it's time for my atlas and my spaceship to move on as well.
Looking back on the last day you spent with someone, especially when you didn't know it was going to be the last, is so strange and melancholy. The new hindsight that alllows you to notice foreshadowing or dramatic irony. Or just the feeling of regret you have to live with now. This was an absolutely beautiful game, and it made me feel a lot of things. Thanks for making it.
Yeah, the things we wish we'd said and done, and now the opportunity is gone forever, or at least until next life. It's a strange feeling I think is unique enough to have its own name, but I don't want it to have one.
refreshing does the trick with music i think? but most people dont have this problem so i really cant help you. i did upload the music here if you wanna listen to it: https://soundcloud.com/haraiva/elegy-for-a-cosmonaut
i was talking about this with some peers but are you maybe using the itch desktop app to play games? apparently audio on web games are broken on there.
I know this fear intimately <3 :( It's distressing how fallible our brains are, especially when we are capable of so much love—and of love that endures even death. I hope for you that you never forget, and I also hope that this might be comforting: Even if we lose the ability to recall clearly the sound of a loved one's voice (i.e. the dendrites related to that specific memory die off), that memory will still be there, albeit more difficult to access. But its being there means if we were to hear that voice again, even if in some messy recording somehow, we would recognise it quickly as familiar and important and, very likely, if not right away then soon after, as belonging to that beloved person. And it would make other related memories easier to access too.
I know that can seem like a lofty hope, a pipedream, a slippery bean chase: if I could just find a recording somewhere, etc. And sometimes we're certain, too, that there is none to be had, and that hurts. If nothing else, the feeling of love in us for our loved ones that is so often (re)inspired by the sound of our loved ones' voices stays with us. The heart remembers, even when our mental ears cannot hear anymore.
I wish for you wellness and more of the love that makes voices so precious and an impeccable recall for them (or else freedom from painful self-doubt), and I hope you're doing alright out there.
Este jogo me fez refletir sobre a diferença entre História e Memória. A História é uma tentativa de compreensão do passado. Seu compromisso não é com o que a memória individual ou coletiva se lembram dos eventos, mas (em tese) com como os eventos de fato ocorreram. A História é sempre socialmente construída e em constante diálogo.
A Memória, por outro lado, não quer compreender o passado: quer imortalizá-lo nas mentalidades. Seu objeto é sempre bem definido e limitado, sendo muito mais influenciada pela emoção do que pelas evidências.
A História não é de forma alguma perfeitamente objetiva e neutra, nem a Memória uma fonte absolutamente inconfiável para compreensão do passado, mas há uma tensão entre as duas. Os dois conceitos se comunicam, mas seus objetivos e as formas que se constroem são diferentes e, às vezes, conflitantes.
Entretanto, esse conflito é absolutamente necessário. A História não existe sem a Memória, sendo esta de suas principais matérias-primas; e a Memória está fadada a se apagar sem a História. O protagonista de "UNDER A STAR CALLED SUN" se encontra justamente no meio dessa encruzilhada, tentando desesperadamente imortalizar os resquícios de lembranças longínquas e tendo que se conformar com o fato de que elas, um dia, não serão nem Memória nem História.
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That hits hard. Damn. Well done
i'm not lying when i say that this almost makes me cry, this is beatiful
almost?! i gotta try harder
please don't you're going to break my emotional stability if you do
😈
i forgot you're starting your evil era... 😭
wow, what a cohesive little package. great work!
(how did you make it pan like that??)
I love it. Thank you
Amazing jewel ! Thank you
i swear to god each bitsy gets more and more beautiful and amazing
absolutely beautiful
amazing!
The scene in which he is revisiting his memories and eventually they fade away is powerful and relatable. The scene where he looks out the window and sees the vastness of the galaxy makes you feel like a spec of dust and lonely.
The ending made me appreciate the moments I have with loved ones on ordinary days.
Beautiful
Wow! I really love it. Short and emotionally dense. Amazing.
that was really, really good.
really really excellent. The art and audio and writing comes together extremely well.
This was beautiful
Thank you, it was amazing, made me cry. I didn't read the description and it caught me off guard. I guess it's been many years and it's time for my atlas and my spaceship to move on as well.
Looking back on the last day you spent with someone, especially when you didn't know it was going to be the last, is so strange and melancholy. The new hindsight that alllows you to notice foreshadowing or dramatic irony. Or just the feeling of regret you have to live with now. This was an absolutely beautiful game, and it made me feel a lot of things. Thanks for making it.
Yeah, the things we wish we'd said and done, and now the opportunity is gone forever, or at least until next life. It's a strange feeling I think is unique enough to have its own name, but I don't want it to have one.
If there isn't one in English, I'm sure French or German has one. They've got a word for everything. Haha
Haha true. Not sure if it's a blessing or a curse!
lovely piece of art right here
I want to cry, but i can't. I am sad and happy. It is so simple and yet so powerful. I have to hug my partner now. Ufff
Absolutely beautiful. Nicely done.
Incredible beautiful
I came across this little game in my news feed today. It's a beautiful tribute 😢🙂 Well done.
Beautiful, Outstanding, Amazing. I love it. It is very poetic. I really want to think about what I've got now.
i played this today and it was really love, such a poem of a game and this is such a lovely piece of art you did awesome with this
Damn this hit close to home. Having a similar experience, but with more mixed emotions. Amaizingly well done!
(PS Great soundtrack!)
beautiful
Cute short game experience. Thanks for it. Unfortunately, I don't know why, I wasn't able to hear any music.
refreshing does the trick with music i think? but most people dont have this problem so i really cant help you. i did upload the music here if you wanna listen to it: https://soundcloud.com/haraiva/elegy-for-a-cosmonaut
I tried but doesn't work. Don't worry, I enjoyed it anyways! I'll listen the music via sondcloud :D
i was talking about this with some peers but are you maybe using the itch desktop app to play games? apparently audio on web games are broken on there.
Sorry, I've just seen the message.
Yes, I do use the desktop app. I'll teake a look on the game using the web. Thanks for the advise <3
Lost a dear friend last year. I'm terrified I'll soon forget the sound of her voice.
I know this fear intimately <3 :( It's distressing how fallible our brains are, especially when we are capable of so much love—and of love that endures even death. I hope for you that you never forget, and I also hope that this might be comforting: Even if we lose the ability to recall clearly the sound of a loved one's voice (i.e. the dendrites related to that specific memory die off), that memory will still be there, albeit more difficult to access. But its being there means if we were to hear that voice again, even if in some messy recording somehow, we would recognise it quickly as familiar and important and, very likely, if not right away then soon after, as belonging to that beloved person. And it would make other related memories easier to access too.
I know that can seem like a lofty hope, a pipedream, a slippery bean chase: if I could just find a recording somewhere, etc. And sometimes we're certain, too, that there is none to be had, and that hurts. If nothing else, the feeling of love in us for our loved ones that is so often (re)inspired by the sound of our loved ones' voices stays with us. The heart remembers, even when our mental ears cannot hear anymore.
I wish for you wellness and more of the love that makes voices so precious and an impeccable recall for them (or else freedom from painful self-doubt), and I hope you're doing alright out there.
Just played this, and it's incredible. Gave me chills while playing. Thanks for sharing this.
So beautiful, so minimal, so imaginative. Thank you for this.
the writing sounded so beautiful, i love it. cant explain how this game made me feel, just... good. good game :)
wow.
Much feels.
Such combination of text, image and music.
This hit me harder than i expected. a very simple game yet absolutely beautiful, great job!
Never bought a game from Itch till today. You deserve it. This was amazing
beautiful
Este jogo me fez refletir sobre a diferença entre História e Memória. A História é uma tentativa de compreensão do passado. Seu compromisso não é com o que a memória individual ou coletiva se lembram dos eventos, mas (em tese) com como os eventos de fato ocorreram. A História é sempre socialmente construída e em constante diálogo.
A Memória, por outro lado, não quer compreender o passado: quer imortalizá-lo nas mentalidades. Seu objeto é sempre bem definido e limitado, sendo muito mais influenciada pela emoção do que pelas evidências.
A História não é de forma alguma perfeitamente objetiva e neutra, nem a Memória uma fonte absolutamente inconfiável para compreensão do passado, mas há uma tensão entre as duas. Os dois conceitos se comunicam, mas seus objetivos e as formas que se constroem são diferentes e, às vezes, conflitantes.
Entretanto, esse conflito é absolutamente necessário. A História não existe sem a Memória, sendo esta de suas principais matérias-primas; e a Memória está fadada a se apagar sem a História. O protagonista de "UNDER A STAR CALLED SUN" se encontra justamente no meio dessa encruzilhada, tentando desesperadamente imortalizar os resquícios de lembranças longínquas e tendo que se conformar com o fato de que elas, um dia, não serão nem Memória nem História.
love this. explains grief and missing someone very well.
Just...wow.
i dont even know what to say. this is a masterpiece. extremely underrated. best thing ive found in a while.
i loved it, made me tear up
how do i start (web)
you need to be more specific here
how do I start the game on the web version
click on "run elegy" button, then use wasd or arrow keys. it's in the description.
k thanks