Meditation is a mysterious act. When I close my eyes, thoughts flow between focus and drift. I shape imagined scenes, marked by blocks and a soft “dong”—a cycle of attention and release. The game unfolds in four stages: a purple dreamlike entrance, a quiet hall for endless bell strikes, a kaleidoscopic world ascending upward, and finally, a tranquil space—returning to the start, like meditation itself, looping between focus and expansion.