blue tabu levels make me inexplicably sad. tabu's simple geometric style has always bled wondrous innocence, and this level wields this power acutely to assume the position of ideas and ideals long past, shaping environments from dust, structures assuming textures and forms under the night sky, or the deep ocean, or wherever your mind molds itself to. it's reaching for a nebula that you didn't realise how strongly you felt towards, something that the process of development has pushed you from, temporally or spiritually. even the level starts as quickly as it ends; as if you were to move on before the chance to cling to your chest presents itself. nostalgia is the key to the heart i suppose