Once a Year

Once a year we go out into the field.
We walk like knights of salvation with scythes for swords.
We are drawn by the golden glow of the field and the song of the wind against the wheat ears.
The sun has already heated our blades - it’s time.
Drink mightily from the bucket and go alone to where - where the harvest begins.

A simple game about simple life.

WSAD / arrows — movement
left mouse button — mowing (hold & move)
esc — exit