26 Minutes of Silent Hill 2 Remake Gameplay(There is a poem inside...gameplay is just used as an intro)

26 minutes of brand new gameplay of the Silent Hill 2 remake, including the game's opening, exploring the town, the Wood Side Apartments, and an encounter with Pyramid Head.

Silent Hill

Published by HP on February 4, 2024

Silent Hill

can you hear?

Silent Hill

do you feel?

Silent Hill

Is your mind clear?

Behind the rainbow of seven loving Kings, not everything looks like this

Did you know that sometimes hate disguised as love eventually kills?

Get on your white, pointy knees

Curse the might of the beggar’s tree

and hide behind a burned bush..hush!

take your time, don’t rush

why blush?

You were once All

Supreme being impossibly tall

Now you are specter in the autumn of your fall

What will you do for love?

Kill the White radiancy of the Dove

Build solemn remembrance of another mad and brainless Egregore

confuse this hollow child with eternal love

Blood transfusion, memory of blood

who is the architect of this bloody knot?

Which pump,pumps nectar from the Joker’s swamp

is fueling this grand electro-magnetic, storm-ridden illusion

head contusion

opens the traumatic eyes of the given solution

the swollen brain can not entertain

he can only translate trained whispers of frigid domain

Rise a knight or be slain!

Is this a reality or a rotten fairytale?

Who is the fair ruler of this foggy tale?

Demystified Shadows and two-sided mirrors

Putrid Fog and unspeakable rain of sunken terrors

Who is the all-seeing Emperor?

Where is the seductive hard-coded error

Where to go…

Who to blame…

where all looks damaged and loves, exactly the same?

Where point the blaming finger

Who or what is the horrifying trigger

Which way to find the Black Egg of the Accused Deciver?

Is the reality a vain and surrogate river…

Which dark notorious Witch is to blame?

Who is the mistress of this grand puzzling game?

Does she bear the name?

Is she willing to tell the tale?

To the bitter end

Fair Soul will try to transcend

path of involution, steps to the golden institution

Evolution, invoice of shameless retribution

Two hands, you in the middle as a totem of static confusion

Defend what is right

follow the Golden Rule, open the doors to the land of true sight

Curse the wrong

stay strong

no matter the stolen time, try to banish the inner voice of Syren’s song

Soul knows secretly

She doesn’t belong

Burning rain made out of black Ash is dancing in the poisoned air,

electrified fence built in the Kingdom of self reflective Despair

Is this fair?

How much Human Soul can bear?

In this place, without the sturdy pace

Where the Pyramid Head has hidden the real face

Sirens from one Age

Turning, in another reality a different page

A wage?

My good, unsuspicious Mage…

Old Demons and even older Angels

rooted in the eyes of chosen strangers

Smiling Barbarians and petrified Teutonic Vandals

What an echoing scandal!

Spot the permeating difference

banish the tainted and soulless indifference

Find the secret Mountain, visit the Peak of the divine Hill

you should never visit

The Silent Hill

if you do,

There awaits a long-standing bill

even the smallest book will sneak, wreak havoc, and try to kill

Steal your will, even the whitest nurse is ready to give you the blackest pill

Push your Soul downhill

tell you which way to go to the haunted Mill

Old living memories will try to kill

In any well-measured sentence

there will announce their presence

All will pay even the godless Mother

transdimensional pure toddler

will burn with her awakened child in the mouth of Hell

All cremated actors will die in their, own shell

This story doesn’t end well

Your reader may tell

Be Well!

In a place where loud sirens are always active

even the pulsating air feels somehow radioactive

Nothing is attractive, everything is counteractive

Whatever you do, never visit the Silent Hill

There the other you will try to feel

what is rightfully yours he will try to steal

Remember: Proud lawful Lord or scared little Peasant

vile Midget or brave Pheasant

in this place are broken ocean and cursed Sextant

there, the King is the peasant and the peasant is the Lord

trying to steal your potent word

always blaming your inner sword

this dark-reciting clone will try to piss on your every bone

telling you: don’t wish or try to be reborn

just weather this ungodly storm

Don’t you know..This is the norm

if you break the final seal

there will be no place to hide

no other reality to ride

Just a vain opportunity, fools appeal

a burned, disfigured hand with a lousy deal

Fight or Kneel

or seal the deal

The choice was always your

my Good friends

of course…

Silent Hill

can you hear?

Silent Hill

do you feel?

Silent Hill….

did you come to pay the Bill?

The catharsis of the True Human Will

Shamelessly beg or pointlessly kneel

but,

tell me how does it feel

after you made your golden deal?

Samael or Bael

which one of the accused

Will try to pierce the veil

invoke the venomous snail

will this mad creature try to say: Hail!

Order out of disorder

reorder…frozen twilight captured in old dumped recorder

Awaken, will be the true untouchable beholder

Teach or impeach, be free of your leash

find your niche

whatever you do

don’t make

another

dark

cliche…

Set them free

it is time

they must see

let them be

Set yourself

free…

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