Some games arrive as a burst of sensation and pure delight: a handful of images and emotions and ideas that wordlessly create a mood. This is Mio: Memories in Orbit. This game is Mucha-like hair billowing in zero G. It’s a cluster of pearls and twills of off-cut brass twisting around the chill reaches of outer space. It’s the future, or perhaps the weird cybernetic past, inspired by Art Nouveau. It’s warm metal forming stamens and petals and entire gardens. The whole thing’s gorgeous and sad and filled with visual cleverness.
