Phantom Play

You wake up with a mask on your face. No name. No past. No dialogue.
The entire scene is surrounded by stage lights and artificially smiling faces.
In Phantom Play, you are drawn into a strange show, where a bustling fairground becomes a backdrop for distorted scenes.
A hat-wearing pig tosses rings at a glass bottle.
A rabbit nods with a frozen smile.
A deer bows politely before a puppet show, where no one is controlling it.
Everyone is acting
And you—without knowing it—are playing the role too.

Phantom Play Game Story

Each scene is a scar.
No one tells you the story.
You have to walk through it to understand.
Each level is a distorted memory:
Each level represents a distorted memory: a death not accepted.
Each level represents a twisted recollection: a death that was not accepted.
No one dares to mention the brother, the jealousy, or the ending.
They do not manifest as flashbacks; instead, they present themselves as a performance featuring lights, props, and a slow-motion stage.
But the emotions are real. Very real.
A boy holding a bouquet of flowers stands before a coffin.
A mature man finds himself stranded in a room without a door, accompanied solely by a malfunctioning clock and an enigmatic ticking noise.

How to play Phantom Play

You don't fight.
You don't run.
Simply continue playing, using puzzles as dialogue and items that evoke old memories.
Arrange the pictures to piece together a broken face.
Rotate the colored flowers, trying to remember which memory matches the red.
Please use wooden puppets to recreate a scene from the past—take care to maintain the correct order, as any deviation may result in a different version of the play.
Wrong doesn't always mean “losing.”
Sometimes, being wrong just leads you to a flashback… that’s more real.

You Never Leave the Stage

Slowly, the truth dawns—not in words, but in feeling:
You are no longer alive.
Just… stuck. In a play written of things you dare not remember.
Each act is a loop.
There is no audience. No director.
Just you—and your memories—and a faint whisper:
“Start over.”

Masks are not for hiding. Masks are for seeing

Everyone wears masks.
Even you.
But as you go deeper, those masks begin to resemble real people: family, acquaintances… and finally you.
And when the curtain closes,
no one applauds.
There is only the sound of the wind turning a page of the script. It feels like you have never left the stage.

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