This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Min gives you a rock. It rests on a beautiful wooden base.
The rock follows you. It clings to you. When you're at your lowest the rock climbs to the surface as if it's buoyant -- either tormenting or comforting you.
At times you contemplate using the rock for harm, and one of those times you're rather determined to. But then the rock slips out of your hands and crashes noisily down and down and down the stairs, where another…