I began playing this game on a lazy Sunday afternoon, after me and my wife had managed to put our newborn son to sleep and had some quiet time for myself. After what felt like a few hours I quit the game and rubbed my eyes, ready to make dinner. To my horror, though, I discovered that my son was 18 years old and was lugging a suitcase towards the door, getting ready to go to college.

I got up, laboriously reawakening my atrophied muscles and almost tripping on my years-long beard and the IV drip my family must have put me on at some point in the past. I opened my mouth to speak to him, but he stopped me with a gesture. With tears in his eyes, but also with a composure I could not help but be proud of, he said "No, father. The shapes must flow." Then he left home without looking back. My wife, carrying her own suitcase, followed him, sparing me a look full of tears and reproach.

I sat back down, stunned. I took a deep sigh and reopened the game.

I haven't seen any of them ever since.

It's better this way.