This is beautiful in its own right. But it also makes me so happy thinking about some crazy universe where everybody (regardless of living state, timeline, body-having, bloodlust for each other) just drops FUCKING EVERYTHING TO DANCE TOGETHER with smiles on their faces. I love it. I love it so hard.
So kouri made a page on his site today called “Ib Gallery” with some additional images and design stuff. There are some spoilers, so probably don’t look at these if you haven’t beaten the game. (Check the “#ib gallery” tag for more entries.)
"On a motorcycle, you sit right down on top of an engine with wheels, and the second you start moving, you realize that even our posted speed limits are still three to eight times faster than our species was ever meant to go. Our stupid eyeballs and ears and brains simply cannot reconcile our established rate of travel without all the buffers of a car around us, because our instincts understand that this should not be possible. But on a motorcycle, suddenly you comprehend the wrongness of speed. You feel every tiny bump in the road as you hurtle over them at a sacrilegious pace, the wind screaming in your ears, because that’s what happens when you try to outrace the very air itself, objects flying by too quickly for your eyes to fully register." #CrackedClassic