
It's 2026, and I'm still licking my wounds from Hollow Knight Silksong, questioning how a game so cute could be so cruel. This is the final straw, I vow. I cannot keep loving these Metroidvanias that do not love me back.
Then I hear a gentle knock against the door of defeat in my mind. In walks MIO: Memories in Orbit, politely offering to bandage every wound left by the savage games of last year.