Pixel Prose [Commodore 64]

A forest dreams in 8-bit  

You wake in a place older than logic and stranger than myth.
Light filters through fractal leaves.
A paddle hums beneath the soil.
Arkanoid is blooming. Lemmings have fallen.
Ghosts wait to be eaten.

This is a text adventure.
But not like you remember.
Or maybe exactly like you remember -
if you remember it from somewhere deeper.

Written in BASIC and machine code for the C64.
No parser libraries. No modern frameworks.
Just memory, moss, and myth, woven into 40 columns.

Solve puzzles. Eat ghosts. Free the Architect.