Ioxat (Kimmo Alonen) Release Year: 2016 Genre: Visual Novel, Slice of Life, Drama Platform: PC (Steam / Itch.io), Nintendo Switch
: Using muted tones and slow tempos to create a sense of nostalgia or isolation.
This is the . Lyrically, we get only a single, vocoded phrase repeated in a whisper: “You don’t have to remember my name. Just save the address.”
: Tracks by Capital Bra , Ibraah & Harmonize , and Sabii , each providing different linguistic and genre-based takes on the concept.
As dawn broke, casting a pale light over the city, Ioxat lay beside Lyra, watching her sleep. There was a beauty to her, a vulnerability that drew him in. He knew that when she woke, they would part ways, their lives diverging once more into the vast ocean of humanity.
The last word, whispered in Ioxat’s distorted, masculine whisper: “Again.”
Their conversation started with small talk, effortlessly navigating through topics that usually remained untouched in polite society. There was an ease to their dialogue, a sense of two souls adrift in a sea of faces, finding each other for a fleeting moment.
Ioxat (Kimmo Alonen) Release Year: 2016 Genre: Visual Novel, Slice of Life, Drama Platform: PC (Steam / Itch.io), Nintendo Switch
: Using muted tones and slow tempos to create a sense of nostalgia or isolation.
This is the . Lyrically, we get only a single, vocoded phrase repeated in a whisper: “You don’t have to remember my name. Just save the address.”
: Tracks by Capital Bra , Ibraah & Harmonize , and Sabii , each providing different linguistic and genre-based takes on the concept.
As dawn broke, casting a pale light over the city, Ioxat lay beside Lyra, watching her sleep. There was a beauty to her, a vulnerability that drew him in. He knew that when she woke, they would part ways, their lives diverging once more into the vast ocean of humanity.
The last word, whispered in Ioxat’s distorted, masculine whisper: “Again.”
Their conversation started with small talk, effortlessly navigating through topics that usually remained untouched in polite society. There was an ease to their dialogue, a sense of two souls adrift in a sea of faces, finding each other for a fleeting moment.
