Forgotten Fields

In Forgotten Fields, you will play as Sid, a writer who is desperately searching for inspiration amid time pressure and inner emptiness. As the manuscript deadline approaches, an unexpected invitation from his family forces Sid to temporarily put aside his writing and return to his childhood home, which is about to be sold. The journey on that sultry Sunday gradually opens up a stream of memories, where time quietly reminds you of things that seem to have been forgotten.

A gentle world, full of cinema and nostalgic music

Forgotten Fields takes you to peaceful countrysides, where every scene is imbued with emotions. Every green field, every old house wall, every small road evokes a part of Sid’s memory. In addition, the melodious background music of micAmic not only guides your emotions but also immerses you deeper into the gentle and delicate cinematic space that the game brings. All blend together to create an emotional visual and auditory experience.

Small Conversations Lead to Healing

Without action or intense challenges, Forgotten Fields guides you through heartfelt dialogue. Sid will meet old friends, share everyday stories, and sometimes simply sit quietly together on the beach. While the world seems to stop, each relationship is gradually healed. It is these small moments that will change the way Sid sees himself, and perhaps, will open a way out of the creative crisis he is facing.

The story is slow but not quiet

While Sid tries to complete his book, the game also guides you through the imaginary world he is writing. The two timelines intertwine, support and reflect each other, creating a unique narrative rhythm. The puzzles in the game are designed gently, not interrupting emotions but on the contrary, contributing to taking you deeper into the emotional journey. This is not an adventure to win, but a journey to understand and let go.

If you ever find yourself lost between the present and the past. Forgotten Fields will be a gentle whisper, reminding you that sometimes, inspiration comes not from great things but from the simple memories we have forgotten.