I remember playing this with my best friend watching me. In the memory where sunny and his friends are in the car driving back home from the beach at nighttime, thats where i kept rambling. First of all, I love long nighttime car rides. I never get to experience them anymore since ive moved to a place where everything is close by our house, but theyve always felt so peaceful to me. The subtle shine of the stars through the window, trying to make out as many constellations as you could; letting your mind wander to who knows wherever your imagination wants to soar; as the seemingly dark and endless nighttime sky wraps you in a subtle, warm comfort. You watch as all the city lights and street lights shine their brightest neon hues. Especially if you lived near a big city like i used to, it truly is a sight to fall in love with; and yet in my case, the beauty of those sights and i are no longer, but star-crossed lovers. I loved going through the tunnels on nighttime car rides back home. I remember everytime we'd go through one, I'd hold my breath and make a wish. I dont know what made me come up with the wishing tunnels, and i dont remember any of my wishes ever coming true besides a couple. I was a very imaginative child; and as such, a free thinker. I've always been obsessed with the concept of wishes. Shooting stars, 11:11, dandelions, wishbones, you name it. I cant figure out where it all started though. For that, however, one might say that i'm still just as childlike as i was all those years ago. But if we dont keep in touch with our childlike creativity and freedom, who are we but wise, yet jaded gusts of wind blowing through the forests of life? Combined with that, I love beaches. Particularly Oregon beaches, as they were a huge portion of my childhood. I never get to experience beaches at all anymore ever since i moved away from the coast, but I remember how much i loved to build driftwood houses. Since it was Oregon, there was always plenty of driftwood. I was never good at it, but I loved the time I spent doing it. I remember my brother and I going to a beach to see a really well built driftwood house. It was small, but fun to hang around in. I remember one beach trip we stayed at a really huge beach house (mightve been an airbnb). It was beautiful. It had 3 stories, a hot tub, and a huge balcony looking out at the beach. The only problem was the walk from the house to the beach was really long since there was a giant sand hill in the way, and man was the sand hot. We wouldve stayed longer, but my stepdad (no longer my stepdad, plus him and my mom never married) had a really bad freakout and started threatening my mom. I dont remember what it was for, but my mom woke us up at 7AM and left without him. My friend and I were talking about all this for a while, but it was mostly just me rambling about past memories; things I wish i could see again. She said she loved hearing me ramble about my shenanigans, and considering that I'm the type to talk a lot about my memories and interests, its no wonder we're so close. Being with Eden makes me so happy. I dont know how much I've expressed that to her, but I do hope she knows that. Edit: I’ve finished the game with her watching and i don’t think i’ve ever cried at any media so much as i have with Omori. Without a shadow of a doubt my relationship with Eden has definitely gotten a lot closer. We talk back and forth about writing and story ideas a lot, as for a long time i’ve always dreamt about making a horror RPG, let alone one that’s so profound and emotional like this one- yes, even before omori came out i had this dream. I think now that i finally finished the game, that dream is a lot stronger than it was before.
@@honeyinteaa i haven’t gotten to actually working on it on rpgmaker but i’m still working a lot on the story ^^ there’s still a lot of plot holes i have left to fill though and even a few character designs :( my favorite one so far though is raizel :D she’s a judge of the royal council and is, quite literally a plant woman. like she photosynthesizes and has green freckles and stuff ashdjdfjd
@@Rivwe ooo she sounds really cool!! is there anywhere you post about it, and if not would you mind updating me every once in a while? sounds like it’ll come out neat :)
For my version of Headspace: “▢▢▢▢ was so naive, he had everything with him during those moments. ▢▢▢▢▢▢ and him explored other people’s yards, they explored abandoned houses, all for the sake of adventure. Sometimes, ▢▢▢▢ would look at ▢▢▢▢▢▢, and he’d look back. They’d both smile in each other’s presence as they watched their favorite television shows together. ‘I don’t want to lose you.’ ▢▢▢▢ thought as he saw him explore the riverbank without him, he was afraid his best friend would be taken by the waters, but their friendship proved to be too strong for any currents to drift them apart. One day, during a long field trip, they both looked out the window and saw a mountain. ▢▢▢▢ thought of how calm it would be, living on a hill, away from everyone, and the thought scared him. But he knew if ▢▢▢▢▢▢ was there, he’d be safe. He loved ▢▢▢▢▢▢ more than he could ever imagine, and he knew that he’d cherish his best friend forever. They both played on their game consoles on the bus ride there. They battled their virtual monsters to their hearts content. And sometimes, during their sleepovers, they’d snuggle. ▢▢▢▢▢▢ made ▢▢▢▢ feel safe. When they hugged, ▢▢▢▢ felt feelings he’d never felt before for someone. He blushed whenever ▢▢▢▢▢▢’s soft hands touched his hands. It felt as though that part of his body was glowing once it went away. He felt so happy with him, it’s no wonder he ended up with a crush on him.” “▢▢▢▢▢ was with ▢▢▢▢ when he was down, they called, and they laughed for what seemed like forever. Some days, she’d make ▢▢▢▢ laugh more than what he thought was possible for a person, ‘Our friendship had to be mutual if teachers liked to separate us.’ Became ▢▢▢▢’s mantra, one day they walked to the park together, and she told him to stand up to his mom’s demands. She’d been there for him when he needed her, and he felt as though she was selfless for doing that. ‘She had so many friends, it’s crazy how she can make time for everyone.’ He thought. He loved ▢▢▢▢▢. He told her about his crush on ▢▢▢▢▢▢, and she told him about hers. After a day of pouring their hearts out, they both made a promise that no matter the circumstance, whatever argument they had, they’d always be each other’s best friend. It gave ▢▢▢▢ hope for his future.” “▢▢▢▢ always made it obvious to what he wanted, he was weird like that. ▢▢▢ was one of the few people that got that side of him, he’d have the same thoughts as him, and when he was lost, ▢▢▢ would always be there to help him find himself again. ▢▢▢ would call him, and one day he talked about his identity. He told him that he’d always accept no matter what. It was words that ▢▢▢▢ needed at the time, without ▢▢▢, he may have never gotten the courage to live his life with courage and truth, and to not live in fear, pretending to be something he was not. One day, ▢▢▢▢wore a pink shirt to school, and kids would tease him, but ▢▢▢ was the first person to tell ▢▢▢▢ that the kids were in the wrong. He’d never cared about someone like ▢▢▢ that deeply before, that’s when ▢▢▢▢ realized that ▢▢▢ was one of his best friends.” *You feel an overwhelming sense of nostalgia flood your body, as tears begin to fall from your eyes, you wish you could go back then. You feel so close to those times, you wish you could tell ▢▢▢▢ what to do next to ensure that these moments would never end, but the moment has already passed, and began anew. Your throat tenses as you cry more, you just want to be a kid again. You want to feel that safety again. You want that satisfaction. But you can’t have it again, and you’ll eventually have to accept that fact. But still, you cry.*
The original already made me cry but this one is even more powerful
Lost library of memories you vowed to yourself never to forget.
I can relate to that for some reason I can imagine myself in the lost library surrounded by the bad & good memories I have experienced ❤
exploring an endless labyrinth of what you can never get back.
only one way forward, embrace what's lost forever.
I remember playing this with my best friend watching me. In the memory where sunny and his friends are in the car driving back home from the beach at nighttime, thats where i kept rambling.
First of all, I love long nighttime car rides. I never get to experience them anymore since ive moved to a place where everything is close by our house, but theyve always felt so peaceful to me. The subtle shine of the stars through the window, trying to make out as many constellations as you could; letting your mind wander to who knows wherever your imagination wants to soar; as the seemingly dark and endless nighttime sky wraps you in a subtle, warm comfort. You watch as all the city lights and street lights shine their brightest neon hues. Especially if you lived near a big city like i used to, it truly is a sight to fall in love with; and yet in my case, the beauty of those sights and i are no longer, but star-crossed lovers.
I loved going through the tunnels on nighttime car rides back home. I remember everytime we'd go through one, I'd hold my breath and make a wish. I dont know what made me come up with the wishing tunnels, and i dont remember any of my wishes ever coming true besides a couple. I was a very imaginative child; and as such, a free thinker. I've always been obsessed with the concept of wishes. Shooting stars, 11:11, dandelions, wishbones, you name it. I cant figure out where it all started though. For that, however, one might say that i'm still just as childlike as i was all those years ago. But if we dont keep in touch with our childlike creativity and freedom, who are we but wise, yet jaded gusts of wind blowing through the forests of life?
Combined with that, I love beaches. Particularly Oregon beaches, as they were a huge portion of my childhood. I never get to experience beaches at all anymore ever since i moved away from the coast, but I remember how much i loved to build driftwood houses. Since it was Oregon, there was always plenty of driftwood. I was never good at it, but I loved the time I spent doing it. I remember my brother and I going to a beach to see a really well built driftwood house. It was small, but fun to hang around in. I remember one beach trip we stayed at a really huge beach house (mightve been an airbnb). It was beautiful. It had 3 stories, a hot tub, and a huge balcony looking out at the beach. The only problem was the walk from the house to the beach was really long since there was a giant sand hill in the way, and man was the sand hot. We wouldve stayed longer, but my stepdad (no longer my stepdad, plus him and my mom never married) had a really bad freakout and started threatening my mom. I dont remember what it was for, but my mom woke us up at 7AM and left without him.
My friend and I were talking about all this for a while, but it was mostly just me rambling about past memories; things I wish i could see again.
She said she loved hearing me ramble about my shenanigans, and considering that I'm the type to talk a lot about my memories and interests, its no wonder we're so close.
Being with Eden makes me so happy. I dont know how much I've expressed that to her, but I do hope she knows that.
Edit: I’ve finished the game with her watching and i don’t think i’ve ever cried at any media so much as i have with Omori. Without a shadow of a doubt my relationship with Eden has definitely gotten a lot closer. We talk back and forth about writing and story ideas a lot, as for a long time i’ve always dreamt about making a horror RPG, let alone one that’s so profound and emotional like this one- yes, even before omori came out i had this dream. I think now that i finally finished the game, that dream is a lot stronger than it was before.
this was really nice to read along with the background of this song, have you started any work on a horror rpg yet? im just curious :D
@@honeyinteaa
i haven’t gotten to actually working on it on rpgmaker but i’m still working a lot on the story ^^ there’s still a lot of plot holes i have left to fill though and even a few character designs :( my favorite one so far though is raizel :D she’s a judge of the royal council and is, quite literally a plant woman. like she photosynthesizes and has green freckles and stuff ashdjdfjd
@@Rivwe ooo she sounds really cool!! is there anywhere you post about it, and if not would you mind updating me every once in a while? sounds like it’ll come out neat :)
@@honeyinteaa
BET :DDD do u have discord?
@@Rivwe aaa sadly i don’t atm but i was planning on making one anyway, is it ok if i tell you when i do in a few days or so??
For my version of Headspace:
“▢▢▢▢ was so naive, he had everything with him during those moments. ▢▢▢▢▢▢ and him explored other people’s yards, they explored abandoned houses, all for the sake of adventure. Sometimes, ▢▢▢▢ would look at ▢▢▢▢▢▢, and he’d look back. They’d both smile in each other’s presence as they watched their favorite television shows together. ‘I don’t want to lose you.’ ▢▢▢▢ thought as he saw him explore the riverbank without him, he was afraid his best friend would be taken by the waters, but their friendship proved to be too strong for any currents to drift them apart. One day, during a long field trip, they both looked out the window and saw a mountain. ▢▢▢▢ thought of how calm it would be, living on a hill, away from everyone, and the thought scared him. But he knew if ▢▢▢▢▢▢ was there, he’d be safe. He loved ▢▢▢▢▢▢ more than he could ever imagine, and he knew that he’d cherish his best friend forever. They both played on their game consoles on the bus ride there. They battled their virtual monsters to their hearts content. And sometimes, during their sleepovers, they’d snuggle. ▢▢▢▢▢▢ made ▢▢▢▢ feel safe. When they hugged, ▢▢▢▢ felt feelings he’d never felt before for someone. He blushed whenever ▢▢▢▢▢▢’s soft hands touched his hands. It felt as though that part of his body was glowing once it went away. He felt so happy with him, it’s no wonder he ended up with a crush on him.”
“▢▢▢▢▢ was with ▢▢▢▢ when he was down, they called, and they laughed for what seemed like forever. Some days, she’d make ▢▢▢▢ laugh more than what he thought was possible for a person, ‘Our friendship had to be mutual if teachers liked to separate us.’ Became ▢▢▢▢’s mantra, one day they walked to the park together, and she told him to stand up to his mom’s demands. She’d been there for him when he needed her, and he felt as though she was selfless for doing that. ‘She had so many friends, it’s crazy how she can make time for everyone.’ He thought. He loved ▢▢▢▢▢. He told her about his crush on ▢▢▢▢▢▢, and she told him about hers. After a day of pouring their hearts out, they both made a promise that no matter the circumstance, whatever argument they had, they’d always be each other’s best friend. It gave ▢▢▢▢ hope for his future.”
“▢▢▢▢ always made it obvious to what he wanted, he was weird like that. ▢▢▢ was one of the few people that got that side of him, he’d have the same thoughts as him, and when he was lost, ▢▢▢ would always be there to help him find himself again. ▢▢▢ would call him, and one day he talked about his identity. He told him that he’d always accept no matter what. It was words that ▢▢▢▢ needed at the time, without ▢▢▢, he may have never gotten the courage to live his life with courage and truth, and to not live in fear, pretending to be something he was not. One day, ▢▢▢▢wore a pink shirt to school, and kids would tease him, but ▢▢▢ was the first person to tell ▢▢▢▢ that the kids were in the wrong. He’d never cared about someone like ▢▢▢ that deeply before, that’s when ▢▢▢▢ realized that ▢▢▢ was one of his best friends.”
*You feel an overwhelming sense of nostalgia flood your body, as tears begin to fall from your eyes, you wish you could go back then. You feel so close to those times, you wish you could tell ▢▢▢▢ what to do next to ensure that these moments would never end, but the moment has already passed, and began anew. Your throat tenses as you cry more, you just want to be a kid again. You want to feel that safety again. You want that satisfaction. But you can’t have it again, and you’ll eventually have to accept that fact. But still, you cry.*
i didnt read the part where this was your headspace and I genuinely thought this was a hero x aubrey thing and I just sat in concern while reading
@@glixchy ew fuck no, they are my old best friends.
@@T0B3573R OKAY PHEW CAUSE MY GOD THAT MADE ME FREAK OUT
I sleep so well with this
Expand your mind, OMORI!
huh.. this one is rlly awesome
Lily Library
I love the melody
This song hits me really hard- 😭
Wow 😢
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