The lights are on
A pale moon drifts across the
midnight tableau, Time drifts ever onward as in their glittering cities Mankind
measures the Universe by how much confetti they can fill it with. Yet as we
mark the New Year do we wonder why we as a species celebrate and commemorate
Time? As Beings in Time, are we enchained to the dictates of the Ages? All our
recorded history seems to speak towards the futility of the individual and
entire societies to break free of the passions, prejudices, and wars of their
era: is the New Year merely the renewal of the age-old sins of Mankind?
Negligible add-ons aside, Metro: Last Light Redux puts the rest of Metro Redux's content to shame.