After the brutal joys of Hollow Knight: Silksong, Mio: Memories in Orbit feels like a reprieve and a revelation

Some games get arsenic a burst of sensation and axenic delight: a fistful of images and emotions and ideas that wordlessly make a mood. This is Mio: Memories successful Orbit. This crippled is Mucha-like hairsbreadth billowing successful zero G. It's a clump of pearls and twills of off-cut brass twisting astir the chill reaches of outer space. It's the future, oregon possibly the weird cybernetic past, inspired by Art Nouveau. It's lukewarm metallic forming stamens and petals and full gardens. The full thing's gorgeous and bittersweet and filled with ocular cleverness.

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