I feel tired and f-ed up from the medication I am getting, and I don't really have the motivation right now. Maybe it's also the fact that my laptop, cause I don't have a PC all times, is broken and I can hardly do stuff on it, its keyboard is broken and each day I am grateul that it does not break in half on accident.
During summer time it's questionable if I will be able to work, cause I might take a job abroad at a summer camp, and it won't work for me to make the game at the same time. Or if I won't take that job I will have more time, but still, I can't promise anything.

I love the game and I want to love making it, but current private life stuff won't allow that, I am sorry. Until then I will be active on GameJolt and I will post small things and art and maybe my writings, but I can't know the future.
I am tired. That's it.

Until I make something with the game again, check out my AO3, cause I litteraly have the story up there. But for now, I am sharing a little snippet of a side story: "I only loved once" - EllieTheTraveller - The lost- found- and far ones [Archive of Our Own]

... It was a nice day, as usual. I was tending our garden and listening to all the birds sing. I have always loved those little fellas. I had my trustworthy watering can in my left hand and was pouring sweet water on a tulip... a bunch of tulips, but that one was my personaly favourite. It was red, the other ones were yellow. Now, it is not like that I have ever had a problem with the colour yellow, I just simply prefer, without any further reason, the red one. It is almost like a rose, but roses have spikes and they are hard, tough. Tulips are gentle, so you also have to be gentle with them.

Then was when I heard my wife yelling again. Do not get me wrong - my wife, my life, but she could be such a rude one, especially towards smaller ones, beings of the Creator. She still despises them 'till this day. That time she was unhappy with one of our servants. I still do not know what that poor sould did to make my wife, my Trandafir so mad, but on that day I decided. It's not like that I have never thought about it before, oh, I did, many-many times, but something on that day told me to do it. So I put down my watering can and without saying a word to my family, I ran away. I mean, I was - and still - a grown man, I do not need to explain myself, but when remembering back, maybe, just maybe, if I would say goodbies to my son, maybe life would have treaded him better. But I was a fool, and I let my son believe that his father never loved him. It was never true.