Strings Attached

The only things anchoring you to yourself are the scattered, faintly glowing pages resting on the unseen ground. The floor is littered with the forgotten pieces of strangers. A deep regret. A genuine confession... You should express yourself to the void. Write down your fleeting thoughts, your darkest secrets, shout into the dark, hoping someone, somewhere, will recognize who you were. But remember, things may be better left forgotten. This game uses voice chat and darkness to express isolation.