In fact, I don’t even know if I ever got off Myst Island and made it to the other ages at the time. Like so many other people, Myst was the first “real” game I played, despite being a kid and understanding nothing about the game.
The clock tower, the electrical station, the library, the rocket-all are silhouetted against the day’s final minutes. From where I stand, the last pale orange rays stretch across the sky, scrabbling for purchase between a few thinning trees. It dips towards the ocean, which stretches boundless in every direction.
