Never forget what it is like to see the world as a child, Senua: where every autumn leaf is a work of art; every rolling cloud, a moving picture; every day a new story. We too emerge from this magic, like a wave from the ocean, only to return back to the sea. Do not mourn the waves, the leaves and the clouds. Because even in darkness the wonder and beauty of the world never leaves. It's always there, just waiting to be seen again.
Listened to this while walking on a nature trail. Felt the uncontrollable urge to start jogging through the trees. Woke up at the bottom of a hill washing mud off my hands in the stream. Had to climb back up to the path. 10/10 would go feral again