The Illiad. Paradise Lost. NieR.
A flawless masterpiece unlike any other.
Story of stories, a written edifice of love and sadness, transmogrified out of our civilizations collective experience.
It is a living, breathing meta-human for it is merely art, and yet embodies all the experiences that seperates man from animal.
Better at loving you than a mother, better at challenging you than a rival.
NieR embodies the sodium lanterns that light your way home.
Every word of the script, so carefully harvested from the vines of common tongues, blended into a wine that even Nietzsche in his most dionysien phase would consider too sacrosanct to sample.
So uniquely composed a soundtrack of music, Mozart would weep knowing he could never even aspire to such profound greatness. Unable to contest Apollo's lyre, brought to us through this game in fashion of the promethean flame. A single spark that set the world of music forever ablaze.
NieR is the beginning of mankind, for human sentience has been merely primal, barbarian even, without this divine text given to us by ourselfs, and yet NieR will also be the ending of mankind, for we can never aspire to create beyond perfection, forever throwing humanity into a fateful decline.
We now live in the year 16 P.N.N (Post NieR Natum) as measured by future scholars of history.