Two figures stand at the edge of something vast — a boy, a girl in red, both dwarfed by a colossal face rising from a blood-orange sea behind them, text carved above like a warning scratched into stone: man fears the darkness, and so he scrapes away at the edges of it with fire. That moment before you decide to keep going anyway lives on the front in full. For the ones who felt this scene in their chest — and still do.