I have just felled a gigantic flame-headed beast, only for it to transform into an elegant deer. The creature gives me a magical arrow which I shoot upwards up to the sky; as it perforates the atmosphere, the darkness which shrouds the vast forest I'm in lifts. Color rushes back through it—blues, greens, yellows, and pinks—and I rush, too, unleashing a flurry of arrows into strange hanging orbs which slingshot me through the vegetation. Despite exploring this place for an hour already, I feel like I’m only just seeing it for the first time; I drink in the blur of shrubbery and wildlife, high off the vibrancy of it all.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/wx8d4x/pathless-review