Computer games came to be after my childhood entombed into a distant past. Nevertheless, I fondly remember the handful of early computer games I played. Attached here is one such example, 3D Monster Maze.

What you are witnessing is the very fragmentation of time itself. No amount of humanly intuition may shine through its mist of uncertainty.

Proceed with caution; time may mend all wounds, but a wounded time leaves an ever-staggered recovery.

Without any prior context, this may be an astoundingly ignorant question. However, I shall note that I am still sane, and that time flows ever onwards for me — it is the year 2025. Nine years since the very Arusa Rinka you mentioned disappeared.

Weeks? How… strange. What you refer to as mere few weeks were memories of many years ago. Were you mistaken, or was the truth still distant from me?

You may claim them as yet another truth of yourself. After all, you have now learnt more of yourself; more than the you of yesterday, and the day before.

Again with the mention of her name… how peculiar of you to relish her past achievements.

Surely you jest. I've been awake all these times, but alas, adults are required to perform their role in life so long as they're alive. Then, what truths have you uncovered in the time I was rendered 'asleep'?

1 whole point, and only thus due to the unavailability of Blockbuster. Perhaps they may reconsider opening near my abode, any time of the year now.

You jest, my friend. Although, one can only wonder how many times they can resist such a temptation.

The wonders of nostalgia is that of a wanderlust. Should you be exempt from such a beckoning, then nostalgia may simply be an image of time forever entombed in memory.

Be wary of the wanderlust; it is what turns many blind to the treachery of the past.

Surely one will explore the alternative, too. Here I refer to The Zombeatles, whose relevance truly faded as November dawns.