Once upon a time, I was a fifteen year old boy, it was circa 1998, a friend of mine showed me Riven. I played it, then I played Myst. I loved every single second of both of them. Now I'm 38. Yesterday, I downloaded Myst. Faster than in took back then to go to the store and purchase a physical disc. And today… I played Myst with my 6-year old son. I burst into tears of joy. All Ages are just like in my distant memories. Vibrant, lifely. Crazy how the mind forgets about the blockiness of 1993's pixels, about the rogue 256 colors palette. Today I re-discovered Myst, in all its glory and details, with my little boy next to me, guiding me from door to door, from puzzle to book, from tower to ship, his little hand over a mouse guiding Daddy through the wooden passages of Channelwood and the cogwheels of Mechanical Age. Folks: this is not a mere game. It's an experience, an unforgettable one, one that creates bonds and memories. Play it. Play it again.
