The Poetic Journey of Outer Wilds: Storytelling Through Exploration

By Nicolas S.

Here is a unique experience that left a profound mark on me. While it may not be something I created, it holds a poetic essence that, I think, deserves to be shared. The main theme of the story is a video game called Outer Wilds. Now, you might question if a video game can truly belong in the world of art, and honestly, I largely agree with you. Yet, there are a few exceptional creations by talented individuals that are absolutely worth exploring, and I think this is one of them.

Outer Wilds is a journey into mystery and discovery. It has no enemies, no weapons, no dark overlords, no quests, no rankings, and no competition with other players. There is only you, the story, the world, and your memory. Set in an alternative universe, you embody a young creature who has just been appointed the new astronaut of the tribe. Armed with a rocket, your mission is to explore your solar system and uncover the remnants of a long-gone civilisation. Your primary weapon for this journey: a translator, which allows you to translate messages left behind by this ancient race. These messages, inscribed on walls, range from family discussions to grand scientific announcements.

One of the game’s core mechanics is that it resets every 22 minutes. After each cycle, nothing you have done is saved. Everything you have accomplished vanishes except your own memory as the player. This memory is what you will rely on while exploring the universe, seeking to unravel what happened, why time keeps restarting, and what you can do about it. I will not spoil the details because the less you know, the better your experience will be if you choose to play it. But I will say that the story touches on many profound themes: the importance of the journey, the fragility of life, the pursuit of knowledge, the passage of time, death, and the inevitable end of all things.

I hope I have sparked your interest in giving it a try because, as you can probably tell, I highly recommend this game. I could go on for hours about its exceptional level design, the physics, the beautiful soundtrack, and the intricate, mind-blowing story. But what I really want to highlight is why I believe this game is a masterpiece. As I mentioned, you spend the game investigating the remnants of a vanished civilisation through the messages they left behind. You never interact with an individual from this race—only find sketches on walls of how they looked like and, occasionally, their skeletons. Yet, as you progress, you learn more about them—who they were, what they were doing, and why they disappeared. You start to know their names, their habits, their personalities, and even little anecdotes about their lives. The more you play, the more you feel as though you know them, even though you have never seen one. And as you stumble upon their graves and the remains of their final moments, it hits hard. For me, the most powerful aspect of this game is its ability to make you feel deeply attached to beings that do not exist, all through the medium of text.

It may not be for everyone, but if you enjoy exploration, mystery, and puzzle-solving, I encourage you to give it a chance. You might just find a journey that resonates with you as profoundly as it did with me.

Stream of my Hurt

It was the sleep of my pain,

Boredom to the eyes of my mind

Innocently plagued by words

My heart was in a hurry to laugh

So much, so little

Much knowledge making my world dizzy

I struggle with the molecule of my biology

No one dares to believe mere opinions

Yet so convincing is the history of labelled organisms

Gene against gene; the war of microbial intelligence

Alas, it is no choice in freedom

Destiny was given a vague definition in brief eternity

The beginning of an ending

Everyone listening for the treasure of scores

Well, all my ribo hear the voice of a transfer

It’s no D or N that makes an A relevant

All I want is to keep my cosmos simple and free

Striking taps of buttons

Intimidating the loneliness of my simplicity

My hand never mind, do what only your eyes cry out for

Write out the letters of your heart

Never care if you are all alone

Besides, your before, during and after are all up to you and you alone.

A Clockwise Life in a Timeless World

A bright afternoon under a breathing tree,

Given life by the smile of the beautiful sun,

Imagining that I was time and time was me,

What power in my hands to define the meaning of life,

Yet made by One beyond my boundaries,

It’s no contest to believe I am more significant,

Without a connection to my ancient history,

Why do I fail to understand the horizon of my brevity,

A moment my pen gives life to my thoughts,

My eyes screamed the words of my heart,

As I beheld all creatures speak to my curiosity,

Fading away with the gripping hands of seconds,

Now let me count my walking minute,

As the hours hilariously whisper to my aging heart,

That I am living a clockwise life in a timeless world.

No Dying Dreams

Dreams outside the space of time,

Never on bended knees to reason,

Neither on standing feet to purpose,

Yet, it’s no will to believe it’s just a wish,

Rootless without a defined course or route,

Is my destination in pictures, a reflection of my joy,

Why am I so ignorant of a chance to truly live,

Torn apart by many opinions, diverse perceptions,

This isn’t the me created… this is just helpless clay trying to make sense,

Pulled out of the womb of pain,

Told that there was some ancient prophecy without a voice,

All in a moment, my time walks with a waving hand,

Soon stops to give me a long, careless hug,

Amid its rush towards meeting its ancestors called eternity,

Oh, that my ignorance knew its worth but not its place,

Knowing that “I don’t know” speaks peace to peace,

A reflection of my identity in one beyond the skies,

My dream still lives because death is alien to its reality.

The Sweet Pain of my Perception

Such a view of an undulating universe, the stars singing to the melody of photons;

Not scared or intimidated to shine in quite beautiful darkness;

It’s never an “anyone for himself” in the outer cosmos,

Rather a connection beyond the definition of gravity;

Would I have wished to be among the constellations;

All embedded in a blend of uninterrupted serenity;

What a privilege to behold the majesty of a misunderstood dimension without a voice for an explanation;

By chance, I would earn a minute conversation with nature itself.

Would I dare to ask “Are these all about you alone”? Should I believe so?

Indeed, faith to believe in nothing or even in something, either way, is a risk to believe in anything;

What an oceanic risk, everyone asserts a belief, now and beyond;

Yet a Being treated with absolute unapologetic disdain seemingly without a logical voice?

Must I defend something or “someone” with an abstract rationale?

Ja, let me choose rhema after logos in the fullness of bio and technikos;

This is the sweet pain of my perception.

No One Knows

A shocking day arrives on my timeline,

My mind was in a state of a raging storm,

Many thoughts wrestling for visibility,

All challenged by the gravity of my reality,

Even the vicinity sings boring songs,

And my eyes have become a collapsed dam,

Earthquakes of imaginations rattle my brain cells,

And no one knows why we are but silent talkers,

Is everything supposed to be true?

What if all were a deception of my cranial neurons?

Lies very true than the truth of my personality?

No surprise no one hears the screams of my heart,

Crying out loud, every day searching for a couple of peace and purpose,

A journey of lightyears in a few days,

And soon everything will be calm and yet no one knows.

Patient to learn

In the atmosphere of my mind flew a flock of thoughts,

Reason seems to swim in the ocean of my consciousness,

While sitting with many estudiantes in the belly of a designed giant,

With crowded specks of light running a beautiful race,

Just outside the handsome skins of glass across the wall,

As we listen to a passionate voice of a chica,

Our diversity muttering unity to the tyranny of knowledge,

Many were voiceless to the sincerity of their boredom,

Yet play the game of Latin smile and a burst of Nigerian laughter,

In desperation for a koinonia with Espanyol,

Lips dancing to the beat of language,

Just when laughter decides to spray its perfume everywhere,

Nuevo logos entertains us with good frustration,

Everyone enjoys a moment in time.

While the future waits for us to arrive,

Nevertheless, we will be patient to learn.

The world of my lab

It’s a new day as a special gift,

Friends valuable than gold I see,

Memories of mind too new to be old,

Families of tubes with a glance of hope,

A hope of a discovery to be made,

No identification beyond helpless time,

Still the joy of a bouncing DNA in a PCR machine,

Tiny life itself in the dock of a pipette,

The mighty hands seeking wisdom,

Why all these troubles,

Voiceless winged creatures die a martyr,

But do we care more than dare?

Our true balance is tipped over by the ego of knowledge,

A strive for survival without a revival,

Alas, it is the gain of her pain,

All behind the scene of fame,

It’s no rain too heavy for happiness,

That all life is made unfairly judged,

In the distant land of fear,

Everything is but brief,

All within the world of my lab.

Meandering through the misty hills of Moon Plains

One weekend, my brother so desperately needed a break from his work and we all ended up on our way to Nuwara Eliya, the most populous holiday destination among Sri Lankans, preferred for its cool climate, presenting a welcome and relaxing respite, especially for the ones like us who are constantly wearied from the heat of Colombo. With the time posing limitations on our itinerary (since this was a short excursion of just one and a half days), we chose “Moon Plains” as our main event for the weekend as it was an ideal, short, non-tiring jaunt suiting the occasion. Although there are several attraction sites to visit around Nuwara Eliya, we somehow always manage to end up visiting Horton Plains every time we go to the central highlands. Don’t get me wrong, I love Horton Plains. It is in fact one of my favourite places in the country. But this time around we decided on Moon Plains for a change and because it is relatively unheard of compared with the other, well-known travel destinations. My knowledge of Moon Plains, at the time, was only limited to what I have learned in my grade eleven Geography. I remember it being mentioned alongside Horton Plains as examples for Pathana grasslands.

Moon Plains (in Sinhalese called Sandathenna) is located in Nuwara Eliya District within the Central Province of Sri Lanka. It is located right next to Lake Gregory and is approximately 5 km from the Nuwara Eliya town. Located at a 1950 m elevation from sea level,  Moon Plains lie within the upcountry wet zone and is categorised under the “Wet Pathana Grassland” vegetation type based on the plant communities that are present there. Another distinct feature about the Moon Plains area, in addition to the cool safari rides that it is now famous for, is the Moon Plains Sanitary Landfill that was installed in 2004, funded by Japan International Cooperation Agency (JICA). Until its installation, a section of the Moon Plains area had been utilised as an open garbage dumping site under the Municipal Council of Nuwara Eliya. Now, however, the area is renovated and redesigned and is attracting much attention as a tourists attraction spot, with a whole brigade of safari jeeps working in full throttle to keep up with the increasing numbers of both local and foreign tourists that visit the place ever since it was opened as an Agricultural and Environmental Tourism Zone in 2014.

We arrived early in the morning at the location and bought our entry tickets that cost 50 rupees each. As the very first group for the day, we knew we had the advantage of enjoying the location by ourselves without the distraction of other visitors, which is always satisfying. At the entrance, before entering the plains, we had to switch to a safari jeep (which cost 2000 rupees) whose driver became the guide for our oncoming tour. The morning was extremely misty and chilly and we rolled along the bumpy roads that snaked through the plains toward the “Moon Plains Viewpoint”, which is supposed to be the highlight of the tour. At the onset of the ride, we first drove through the greenhouses and the premises of the “government potato seed farm” which comes under the Department of Agriculture, through which the entrance to the plain lies. After passing that area, what rolled on were the vast expanses of grass carpeted hilly undulations, bordered by the dark green patches of cloud forests of the surrounding Kandapola-Seetha Eliya forest reserve, and, of course, the beautiful silence (this reminded me a lot of the landscape of Horton Plains which has a similar vegetation pattern). To add to the excitement, we had sporadic sightings of birds (Moon Plains is said to be home to 105 bird species out of which 16 are endemic), a jungle fowl, a group of wild boars, buffaloes, and bear monkeys (purple-faced leaf monkey) that enlivened the landscape.

From our very amiable guide, we learned that certain parts of the plains are being used for seed potato cultivation with the practice of “crop rotation”. Here, a “ fallowing” type crop rotation is being practiced. This means, after completing one cycle of potato cultivation in one fraction of the field, that land is left fallow (without cultivating). Meanwhile, the remaining portion of land is cultivated. Likewise, seed potatoes are cultivated alternately in two fractions of the field. Through this practice, the soil texture and fertility could be maintained over a longer period by allowing the land to recover, rather than cultivating continuously on the same spot. So, on our journey through the Moon Plains, we were shown both these fallow lands and the ones that are under cultivation. 

[Seed potato plants are cultivated to obtain tubers with the sole purpose of replanting, to obtain fresh potato plants for new cultivations. These seed potatoes, generated in these premises, are eventually distributed among the local farmers to initiate individual potato cultivations]

Just me, waiting for the mist to clear out (It is not a white wall behind me)

Eventually, we arrived at the viewpoint which is generally referred to as the “ Second World’s End” (the first is in the Horton Plains). There is a small platform that is perched at the very top of the viewpoint from where you can capture a panoramic view of the surrounding hill country. Unfortunately, a very persistent veil of fog that descended while we were at the viewpoint robbed us off of this beautiful scenery. Our guide explained that the view covers two provinces, Uva and Central, and nine mountain peaks, Pidurutalaga, Single Tree Mountain, Kikiliyamana Mountain, Great Western Mountain, Konical Hill Mountain, Kirigalpoththa Mountain, Thotupola Mountain, Hakgala Mountain and Namunukula Mountain, some of which he was able to show us vaguely through the misty veil. 

However, we couldn’t stay for long at the viewpoint until the mist cleared out (although we so desperately wanted to) as the jeep ride only permits just one hour for the round trip, per group. Sadly, we departed and made our way back to the entrance and at the very end of our ride, we saw several other groups just starting theirs. If the mist had lifted, they would have probably  been able to capture the magnificent scenery that we couldn’t. Anyhow, what is not to like in a relaxing ride through hilly terrain in cold weather in the central highlands of Sri Lanka? Therefore, this Moon Plains excursion is so totally MyCuppaTea.