X: The sun’s going down.
Y: Wait, how do I run?
X: Control W, no hold it down.
Z: Don’t lose my stuff.
Y: How would I lose your stuff? Wait, I’m stuck. Where am I? Is this a hole?
X: Spacebar
Y: What?
X: Spacebar to jump. Ok. So we need to find a tree.
Y: What for?
X: We need to punch the tree.
Y: We’re going to fight a tree?
X: No, we need to get wood to make things. And we need shelter before something gets us. Ok, punch this tree.
Y: Wait, what? What something? How do I punch the tree?
X: Left click. No, go closer, now left click. We really should be building a shelter.
Y: The tree doesn’t fall? It just stays there with the middle missing?
X: They don’t fall over. You have to get under it and punch up if you want all the wood.
Y: So what’s the point of this game, am I like a god here, I can destroy trees and make stuff, or am I just a person, citizen of the world kind of thing?
Z: You are both. You are always both. What you create now pulls the future toward you. You are God.
X: Christ, don’t listen. We don’t have time. You could be either one, God or citizen. Total freedom. You’re always the master of your own world. We could mine a shelter into that hill over there. It’s getting dark, we’re wasting time. We need torches.
Y: What do you mean either one? Are there like different levels or something?
Z: There’s multiple levels, some dream and some reality, and some dream that makes reality.
X: Oh my God shut up, seriously.
Z: Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell you, this world you take for truth is merely succession and duration. You are a dream detached from the dreamer. You see so little of reality in the long dream. Wake up.
Y: What just happened? Why are my hearts flashing?
Z: You are dying but you’ll be born again, an endless flux of destruction and creation in an infinite world. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA.
Y: Why are my hearts flashing?!!
X: Skeleton archer, run!
Y: Wait, how do I run? HOW DO I RUN?!
