「これが本来あるべき姿だった。全てが狂う前の姿だ。」かつて小さなプロジェクトがあった——静かな開発者ユナシが創ったゲームだ。奇妙で、個人的で、説明しにくいものになるはずだった。それは作り直され、磨き上げられ、変えられ、そしてやがて忘れ去られた。 しかし今、関係者すら理由を明かせないまま、その原初のビジョンが解き放たれる——未完成な部分もあれば、乱雑な部分もあるが、本来あるべき姿に忠実な形で。『ユナシの夢』は、静かな感情の風景を探索する一人用体験だ。明確な目標も、戦闘も、進行システムもない。ただ空間と記憶、散りばめられた交流、そして儚い存在感が存在する。このバージョンは商品として作られたものではない。内省のためのものだった。販売されるはずではなかった。それでも我々はこれを公開する。特徴強い雰囲気と最小限の指示を備えた内省的な3D環境 断片化された物語構造：記憶の欠片、メモ、印象を解き明かす型破りなペース：静寂と曖昧さがテクスチャーの一部となる風景と溶け合う、繊細で感情の層を持つサウンドトラック 「ユナシ」からの開発者断片とゴーストログ（任意閲覧）従来の意味での「エンディング」は存在せず、むしろ終息の息吹のようなもの本作はパッチではなく、一つの声明である。原作を知らなくても遊べるが、かつて存在したものの残響を帯びている。[/p][/p] Still here? There is nothing to find beyond this point. Since you are already present… Join us in this offering we must make… If it doesn’t make much sense, fear not - it’s not for you, it’s for Them.Now repeat after me: Endless desert hiding in darkness.The sole descendant perished. Illustrious bloodlines fading away. Death without honor. The elders be damned. A mass exodus is sure to follow. This epoch has concluded …and my journey ends.Destiny perhaps, the traveler pondered. First ray of light. The deep blue gently shifting to a crimson hue above the horizon.A dawn for eternity. Final rest under the watchful gleam of a million stellar eyes.Bless his soul. Very crude. But that’s how they wish it. Let’s continue… Shadow behind the pillars of the gate. A mystery. Concrete tower, wires of rust - rather dystopian.A blurry shape in the corner of a strained eye. Suddenly a war cry. Safe passage. All lies.Foe pushed aside. Blade strikes. Rhythm of combat. Streak of red.A shiny ring hits the ground. A flurry of severed fingers follows.A grimace of shock. A strand of dark liquid flowing from the exposed vein.Pandemonium. Until a final scream. Then nothing. Dead don’t speak.A grim smile in the silence. They are drawn to the vivid imagery, they favor raw grotesque drama over intricate meaning. We are almost there… Hyper drive quiet... system down. Thrusters zero. No protocol to be found. No god either.Just three lost souls against the vast expanse of space. A dream of exploration.Then they saw it. Thought to be a myth... a fantasy… but it was right there burning in their eyes.A sense of divinity. Overwhelming.Against the code... Strictly forbidden. Tried to stop them, begged them - yet his pleadings had no effect at all.So it was decided. The breaker made a loud hiss. The last sound before they were swallowed by the black oblivion below. It’s over.We have fulfilled our duty.   Triumph in TranquilityThe house was silent, breathing shadows.Out past the edge of known lands, where the borderlands shimmer with mirage and static, something waits.Cats prowl the ruins of an abandoned simulator, chasing echoes through warped hallways and rooms that shift like memory.Beneath a sacred tree, a bell rings once.Its roots pulse, tangled with rusted metal, and a voice - not quite ghost, not quite daemon - hums lullabies in reverse.He was called eater, but no one remembers what he consumed.Only that he vanished beyond the maze, where no maps survive.There is a battlefield, buried beneath solid glass.Not from war, but from a dream that went too far.A phantom idea, fractured across time, stitched with fragments from a lost tale.Somewhere a snake slithers, trying to solve a puzzle, thinking it a game.The stars above are too still, idle, as if watching.A flicker - then silence. Silence of memories.A vampire, or perhaps just a man in a mask, drifts through a corridor marked masquerade.No blood, no horror. Just the scent of night and a question with no answer.In the dust: a gear, still turning.Some say it's part of the machina, some say it's nothing at all.But the guardians never came back after that light broke the sky.We seek escape, but not all doors lead up.On this island, survival is not a test. It’s a memory.One last edition of reality, glitched and fading.They called it a world, but it was just a cracked screen showing a new adventure.Maybe this is just life, or a bad build of it.Either way, we’ve already pressed "Start."