Asenna Steam
kirjaudu sisään
|
kieli
简体中文 (yksinkertaistettu kiina)
繁體中文 (perinteinen kiina)
日本語 (japani)
한국어 (korea)
ไทย (thai)
български (bulgaria)
Čeština (tšekki)
Dansk (tanska)
Deutsch (saksa)
English (englanti)
Español – España (espanja – Espanja)
Español – Latinoamérica (espanja – Lat. Am.)
Ελληνικά (kreikka)
Français (ranska)
Italiano (italia)
Bahasa Indonesia (indonesia)
Magyar (unkari)
Nederlands (hollanti)
Norsk (norja)
Polski (puola)
Português (portugali – Portugali)
Português – Brasil (portugali – Brasilia)
Română (romania)
Русский (venäjä)
Svenska (ruotsi)
Türkçe (turkki)
Tiếng Việt (vietnam)
Українська (ukraina)
Ilmoita käännösongelmasta
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠙⢿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠄⠄⠄⢀⣀⣀⡀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⢿
⣿⣿⣿⡟⠄⠄⠄⠄⠐⢻⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈
⣿⣿⣿⠃⠄⠄⠄⢀⠴⠛⠙⣿⣿⡿⣿⣦⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⣿⣿⠃⠄⢠⡖⠉⠄⠄⠄⣠⣿⡏⠄⢹⣿⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢠
⣿⠃⠄⠄⢸⣧⣤⣤⣤⢾⣿⣿⡇⠄⠈⢻⡆⠄⠄⠄⠄⣾
⠁⠄⠄⠄⠈⠉⠛⢿⡟⠉⠉⣿⣷⣀⠄⠄⣿⡆⠄⠄⢠⣿
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢠⡿⠿⢿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠃⠄⠄⣸⣿
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⡞⠄⠄⠄⠈⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⣿⣿
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢸⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⣿⣿⡟⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢠⣿⣿
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠘⠄⠄⠄⢀⡼⠛⠉⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣼⣿⣿
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⡇⠄⠄⢀⠎⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄HAVE. ⠙⢿⣿
⠄⠄⠄⠄⢰⠃⠄⢀⠎⠄⠄⠄⠄FUN.TODAY. ⠙
░░░░░░░██████╗░███████╗██████╗░░
░░██╗░░██╔══██╗██╔════╝██╔══██╗░
██████╗██████╔╝█████╗░░██████╔╝░
╚═██╔═╝██╔══██╗██╔══╝░░██╔═══╝░░
░░╚═╝░░██║░░██║███████╗██║░░░░░░
░░░░░░░╚═╝░░╚═╝╚══════╝╚═╝░░░░░░
░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░
──▄████▄────▒▒▒▒▒────▒▒▒▒▒
─███▄█▀────▒▄─▒▄─▒──▒▄─▒▄─▒
▐████──────▒▒▒▒▒▒▒──▒▒▒▒▒▒▒
─█████▄────▒▒▒▒▒▒▒──▒▒▒▒▒▒▒
──▀████▀───▒─▒─▒─▒──▒─▒─▒─▒
─────I WISH YOU A GOOD DAY─────
░░░▄█▀▀▄▓█▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▀░▓▌█
░░█▀▄▓▓▓███▓▓▓███▓▓▓▄░░▄▓▐█▌
░█▌▓▓▓▀▀▓▓▓▓███▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▄▀▓▓▐█
▐█▐██▐░▄▓▓▓▓▓▀▄░▀▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▌█▌
█▌███▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▐░░▄▓▓███▓▓▓▄▀▐█
█▐█▓▀░░▀▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓██████▓▓▓▓▐█
▌▓▄▌▀░▀░▐▀█▄▓▓██████████▓▓▓▌█▌
▌▓▓▓▄▄▀▀▓▓▓▀▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓█▓█▓▓▌█▌
█▐▓▓▓▓▓▓▄▄▄▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓█▓█▓█▓▓▓▐█
It feels like the image is watching back, softly, quietly.
At first glance, it looks simple—just a capture, just a frame.
But the longer you stay with it, the more it shifts.
Colors turn into moods.
Shapes turn into echoes.
What seemed silent begins to hum softly,
like it’s carrying something unspoken in the background.
It doesn’t rush, it doesn’t demand.
It just waits, patient and steady,
letting you find pieces of yourself in it.
And maybe that’s the real magic here—
not what’s shown on the screen,
but what it awakens quietly, somewhere in memory.
⣥⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⢀⣤⣌⣹⡀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣴⣷⡘⣿⣿⣿⠄⠈
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⢁⣾⠿⣿⣿⣿⣇⢻⣿⣿⣿⢏⣴⣿⡛⠃⠛⠿⡏⡀⠄
⡿⠛⠃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠙⣿⣿⣧⢿⣿⢡⣿⣿⡏⢿⠿⣎⠼⣾⣿⣷
⣶⡧⢀⣶⡖⠄⠠⣤⣶⣤⣸⣿⣿⣿⣽⡿⠃⠄⠄⠈⠁⠛⠷⢼⣿⣿
⡿⢃⡈⠛⠃⢀⣀⣀⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⢀⣤⡀⣀⡀⠘⠻⣿
⠇⣾⣧⣄⣠⣤⣾⣿⠻⠿⠿⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣀⠄⠉⠄⠙⣱⡄⢀⣸
⠄⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣄⣉⣉⣰⡿⠛⠈⠄⠄⠐⣿⡏⣿⣿
⣧⡈⠻⠿⠻⠿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣴⣶⣿⡟⣸⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠆⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⠉⠛⠛⠛⠻⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢉⣴⣿⣿⣿
⡯⠛⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⣀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⢉⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟
⣿⣿⠇⣼⣿⣿⣿⣷⣌⠻⡿⢡⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠈⣿⣿⢛⡛⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⡟⣀⣛⡛⠿⢿⣿⣍⢣⠡⢩⡿⢛⣋⡥⠐⠶⠆⡴ ⢠⡙⣿⣿
⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⠶⠿⠍⣠⣤⠡⠚⢿⡏⠠⡝⢀⠠⡄⠻⠃⠿⢂⠐⣿⣿
⣿⣧⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠃⢙⣛⣀⠲⠿⢧⠁⡂ ⢂⠴⢠⠠⢀ ⠂⣿
⣿⣿⣷⡌⣿⣿⠟⢁⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣦⣍⠐⢃ ⣴⣬⡐⢶⣴⣾⣿
⣿⡿⢋⣴⣬⡔⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡘⣿⣿⣦⡙⢿⣿
⡟⣰⣿⣿⣿⢠⣿⠈⡄⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⡅⠈⢸⣿⣿⡇⢹⣿⣿⣿⡌⢿
⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⠸⠛ ⢀⡿⡍⣽⢿⣇ ⠸⠛⠻⡇⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡌
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠈⢴⣶⣿⣧⣴⣤⣾⣿⣶⣶⣮⡥⢞⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
⣌⡛⠿⠿⠟⣋⣼⣶⣬⠍⣉⣛⡛⠛⣋⣩⡉ ⢒⣙⠢⠙⠿⠿⠿⢛⣰
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⡀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠄⠄⠄⠄
⣿⣿⣿⠟⠋⠁⣀⣀⡈⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢡⣤⣄⡈⠙⢧⠄⠄⠄
⣏⣉⣀⣠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠷⠶⠶⠤⣉⠙⠷⣼⣇⠄⠄
⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⡀⠄⠄⣿⣿⣶⣈⠙⣄⠄
⣿⣷⡶⠶⠶⠶⠒⠂⠄⠈⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠄⣿⣿⣷⡶⠖⠄⣶
⣁⣤⣴⣶⣶⠾⠟⠛⠛⢛⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄⣿⣿⣿⣓⠂⠄⣤
⠟⢛⣉⣥⣤⣶⡶⠛⢋⣉⡴⢟⣙⠶⣋⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠄⠛⠻⢧⡙⠾⢂⣄
⣾⣿⣿⡿⠓⣀⠐⠲⠞⣡⣶⠟⢁⣴⠽⠛⣉⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⠉⣠⣌⠻
⣿⣿⣫⣶⣾⣿⡟⣠⣤⣤⠄⣀⣤⣤⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢋⡄⢻⣿⣷
╚╗╔╝║╚╝║║╚╝║▀██▄─▀█▀║═╔╝
─║║─║╔╗║║╔╗║─██▀▄─█─║═╚╗
─╚╝─╚╝╚╝╚╝╚╝─██─▀▄█─╚╝╚╝
─╔╗──╔╗▄██▄──▄██▄
─║╚╗╔╝║█░████████▌
─╚╗╚╝╔╩═╦╗╔╗█████
──╚╗╔╣╔╗║║║║███▀
───║║║╚╝║╚╝║█▀
───╚╝╚══╩══╝
╚╗╔╝║║╔═╦╦╦╔╗
╔╝╚╗║╚╣║║║║╔╣
╚══╝╚═╩═╩═╩═╝
ஜ۞ஜ YOU ஜ۞ஜ