À propos de ce jeu

« C'est ainsi que cela devait être. Avant que tout ne tourne mal. »

Il était une fois un petit projet : un jeu créé par un développeur discret nommé Yunashi. Il était censé être étrange, personnel, difficile à expliquer. Il a été retravaillé. Peaufiné. Modifié. Et finalement oublié.

Mais aujourd'hui, pour des raisons qui restent obscures même pour les personnes impliquées, la vision originale est publiée, inachevée par endroits, désordonnée à d'autres, mais fidèle à ce qu'elle était censée être.

Yunashi's Dream est une exploration solo d'un paysage émotionnel tranquille. Il n'y a pas d'objectifs clairs, pas de combat, pas de système de progression. Juste de l'espace, des souvenirs, des interactions éparses et un fragile sentiment de présence.

Cette version n'a pas été conçue pour être un produit. Elle était destinée à être une réflexion. Elle n'était pas censée être commercialisée.

Nous la publions quand même.

Caractéristiques

• Environnements 3D introspectifs avec une atmosphère forte et une direction minimale

• Structure narrative fragmentée : découvrez des fragments de mémoire, des notes et des impressions

• Rythme non conventionnel : le calme et l'ambiguïté font partie intégrante de la texture

• Bande-son subtile et riche en émotions qui se fond dans le paysage

• Fragments optionnels des développeurs et journaux fantômes de « Yunashi »

• Pas de « fin » au sens traditionnel du terme, mais plutôt un dernier souffle

Cette version du jeu est une déclaration, pas un patch. Elle peut être jouée sans connaître l'original, mais elle porte en elle les échos de ce qui fut autrefois.

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Still here? There is nothing to find beyond this point.

Since you are already present… Join us in this offering we must make…
If it doesn’t make much sense, fear not - it’s not for you, it’s for Them.

Now repeat after me:

Endless desert hiding in darkness.
The sole descendant perished. Illustrious bloodlines fading away. Death without honor. The elders be damned. A mass exodus is sure to follow.
This epoch has concluded …and my journey ends.
Destiny perhaps, the traveler pondered.
First ray of light. The deep blue gently shifting to a crimson hue above the horizon.
A dawn for eternity.
Final rest under the watchful gleam of a million stellar eyes.
Bless his soul.

Very crude. But that’s how they wish it.
Let’s continue…

Shadow behind the pillars of the gate. A mystery. Concrete tower, wires of rust - rather dystopian.
A blurry shape in the corner of a strained eye.
Suddenly a war cry. Safe passage. All lies.
Foe pushed aside. Blade strikes. Rhythm of combat. Streak of red.
A shiny ring hits the ground. A flurry of severed fingers follows.
A grimace of shock. A strand of dark liquid flowing from the exposed vein.
Pandemonium. Until a final scream. Then nothing. Dead don’t speak.
A grim smile in the silence.

They are drawn to the vivid imagery, they favor raw grotesque drama over intricate meaning.
We are almost there…

Hyper drive quiet... system down. Thrusters zero. No protocol to be found. No god either.
Just three lost souls against the vast expanse of space. A dream of exploration.
Then they saw it. Thought to be a myth... a fantasy… but it was right there burning in their eyes.
A sense of divinity. Overwhelming.
Against the code... Strictly forbidden. Tried to stop them, begged them - yet his pleadings had no effect at all.
So it was decided. The breaker made a loud hiss. The last sound before they were swallowed by the black oblivion below.

It’s over.

We have fulfilled our duty.   

Triumph in Tranquility

The house was silent, breathing shadows.






Out past the edge of known lands, where the borderlands shimmer with mirage and static, something waits.






Cats prowl the ruins of an abandoned simulator, chasing echoes through warped hallways and rooms that shift like memory.

Beneath a sacred tree, a bell rings once.






Its roots pulse, tangled with rusted metal, and a voice - not quite ghost, not quite daemon - hums lullabies in reverse.






He was called eater, but no one remembers what he consumed.






Only that he vanished beyond the maze, where no maps survive.

There is a battlefield, buried beneath solid glass.






Not from war, but from a dream that went too far.






A phantom idea, fractured across time, stitched with fragments from a lost tale.






Somewhere a snake slithers, trying to solve a puzzle, thinking it a game.

The stars above are too still, idle, as if watching.






A flicker - then silence. Silence of memories.






A vampire, or perhaps just a man in a mask, drifts through a corridor marked masquerade.






No blood, no horror. Just the scent of night and a question with no answer.

In the dust: a gear, still turning.






Some say it's part of the machina, some say it's nothing at all.






But the guardians never came back after that light broke the sky.

We seek escape, but not all doors lead up.






On this island, survival is not a test. It’s a memory.






One last edition of reality, glitched and fading.

They called it a world, but it was just a cracked screen showing a new adventure.






Maybe this is just life, or a bad build of it.






Either way, we’ve already pressed "Start."

Description du contenu pour adultes

Voici la description de l'équipe de développement à propos du contenu du produit :

HYPERxFANTASY may contain stylized violence and mild blood effects—sometimes feeling realistic—without graphic gore; non-explicit, veiled nudity (all private areas obscured by light effects); abstract horror and psychological/surreal themes; existential undertones; foggy scenes that set tension; deceptive character interactions; implied self-harm and suicide themes conveyed through off-screen cues and narrative suggestion; and an overall moody, atmospheric tone.