Everyone knows The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter — but the retelling twisted it. This was once something that happened. On the far side of the moon, a woman wakes with no memory. Trace what she lost; your choices shape the ending. —Precious, because it ends. A pixel-art sci-fi sound novel.
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真・竹取物語 / Shin Taketori Monogatariについて
Everyone knows The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter.
—But somewhere in the retelling, it was twisted. This was once a record of something that really happened.
On the far side of the moon, a woman lay sleeping.
She woke without words, her memory broken.
You will trace what she lost, one fragment at a time.
With each memory restored, the true ending hidden beneath the old story quietly comes into view—
■ A Story About Restoring Memory
What you do is gather the broken pieces of a memory and put them back together.
Each fragment you recover brings a scene to light — a scene from a story everyone thought they already knew.
Solving the mystery becomes, in itself, the process of one person remembering who she was.
■ A Face You Never Knew, Behind a Tale Everyone Does
The story you heard as a child — what really happened in it?
Piece by piece, you uncover what someone cut away, twisted, and made the world forget.
"I thought I knew this story" quietly gives way to something else.
■ Your Choices, and the Endings They Lead To
Throughout the story, you'll make small choices.
None of them is the "right" one — each is a way of choosing how to stand beside her.
Where they lead is one of several different endings.
Only after seeing them all does the whole truth come into view.
■ Pixel Art, Every Frame
A world drawn pixel by pixel, by Byte.
A quiet story unfolds inside screens that feel nostalgic, and somehow warm.
■ Let the Sound Carry the Story
As a sound novel, music and sound effects become the hand that turns the page.
There are moments where a melody quietly says what words cannot.
—Precious, because it ends.
There was something she wanted to give you, while it was still warm.
This is a story about a single farewell.