C64 Father's Grave

The more I thought about it, the more afraid I became. The more I was afraid, the more I couldn't control my thoughts. The wet feeling on my palms became even heavier. I clenched my fists and tried my best to focus on my mother's matter.

However, in this kind of environment, it was very difficult to focus. Because there were things that appeared under my feet and in front of me from time to time