Hello again, distinguished Geometry Dash intellectuals. Infra here. While nursing my cerebrum down to a more manageable size by playing ...eck... awarded tab levels, I stumbled upon this bespoke course, created by a Mr. Rustere. I cautiously decided to entertain this level, and while I was prepared to laud this level for its muted yet commanding color palette, its laconic yet eye-catching background elements, and its laconic yet commanding block decorations, something heinous caught my commanding, laconic eye.

Jump indicators. I gulped. No. I can't. I refuse to believe it. We all remember what happened the last time I saw a jump indicator at my eight year old son's biological anniversary gala. I can't go back to Grandma's.

But I know what's right, what must be done for the good of the game. I let out an explosive, protracted scream of distilled, righteous rage. "DON'T TELL ME HOW TO PLAY GEOMETRY DASH, YOU BITCH!" I start swinging my mouse around to and fro like a ninja's nunchaku. And I imagine that I am putting Rustere in his place for this severe transgression of my sensibilities. My next door neighbors watch in transfixed terror at the display. If only they knew how serious things were. At last my eight year old diverts from his research on the chemical composition of coral polyps to talk me down to sense. I begrudgingly unpause my game to finish the level, because it would reflect poorly on my critical integrity were I not to.

Come 92%. I'm clicking on the indicators, receiving a jolt of agonizing pain every time I do so. And then I die. Hey, what gives, I clicked on the indicator! It is then I am struck by the transcendental genius of Rustere. Of course, I said! This level is all just an allegory for how conformity can be our downfall, and how we must break from our predetermined paths in order to succeed. I was reduced to tears. 8/10