Krai. Digital-poetry vol. 1
Released Jan 2022
KRAI. DIGITAL-POETRY VOL.1 The first collection of digital-poetry Krai. Created by variously gone-mad poets. 5 games. Curator: Ilia Mazo.
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Done
All announced content has been released
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Where to get it
Free on Steam
Evaluation
Krai. Digital-poetry vol. 1 released on January 17, 2022 as a curated collection of five short digital-poetry games. The store description presents it as a finished, self-contained anthology — "The first collection of digital-poetry Krai. Created by variously gone-mad poets. 5 games." There is no DLC, no roadmap, no post-launch developer communications, and no indication of planned updates or additional content. The "Vol. 1" naming suggests the developer may have envisioned additional volumes, but no sequel or additional content for this title has been announced. The game appears to have launched as a complete product and has received no post-launch content updates.
Evidence
Store description presents the game as a finished anthology of exactly 5 digital-poetry games with a named curator, framed as a complete collection with no mention of future content or updates.
Short description confirms 'The first collection of digital-poetry Krai. 5 games.' — a fixed, enumerated package with no mention of additional content.
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Publisher
KRAI, ИЛЬЯМАЗО
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Platform
Windows, macOS
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Steam Deck
Unsupported
Players
Single-player
About this game
The first collection of digital-poetry Krai. Created by variously gone-mad poets. 5 games.
Curator: Ilia Mazo.
1. «Metaphysical Trolleybus Simulator». A parable about the path to a dream. The dream role belongs to a Mountain.
You are a trolley. Rolling around the city through your trolley-life, you know. Passengers inside will get mad, if you get out of the way. But you will get out and get it. A dream. A Mountain. And then they will sing a song for the first time in their passenger life. A song about the journey and voices in our heads.
2. «A Silent Room» is an existential hokku. Don’t you go outside without a hat?
Come in. Wellcome. A room. The room is always warm. It is funny, sad, calm, loud, and quiet inside. All your stuff is here, isn’t it? Sure, it is. It is your room. Time passes by, things go away and leave marks in your head. The more you remember, the less air you have. Have you ever seen this place, these walls before? You have already been here. Come inside. Lie down. It is silent. It is always silent.
«The Flower» is a dating-madness simulator. A flower afflatus, post-modern and post-psycho poetry.
After a long-long working day on a Plantation, you are in high spirits. Happy, right! Today is the day, today is the date with your lovely beloved. Your heart is burning, your breathing is rapid, the urban landscape around blooms in a euphoric frenzy of colors. Something makes you think better, feel better, see better, bloom better. But something is missing…
Bouquet! It would be extremely unethical to show up for a date without a bunch of flowers. No problem, it has never been a problem for you. Look around. All you need is to pick a few flowers…
«ORG» is a futuristic shoot-a-fable about the censor routine of the nearest future.
Congratulations! You have just got a promotion. From now on you are responsible for the art transfer through CAD (Culture Assurance Department). Be careful, the cultural enrichment of our clients lies in your hands.
The future is CAD. CAD is the Future.
«Ticker» is a running-n-crying runner about the mind night, the utterance impossibility.
Shortly before going to bed, you uprise a few words in front of your eyes and write them down on a piece of paper. You will try to remember the words’ order through falling asleep…the words…the order…ords…woder…
Each pulsating beat of your sleepy mind brings you closer and closer to the non-verbalized world. There is nothing to say. Say no more. The night is still young, and you are on your way to the letter fugue.
Curator: Ilia Mazo.
1. «Metaphysical Trolleybus Simulator». A parable about the path to a dream. The dream role belongs to a Mountain.
You are a trolley. Rolling around the city through your trolley-life, you know. Passengers inside will get mad, if you get out of the way. But you will get out and get it. A dream. A Mountain. And then they will sing a song for the first time in their passenger life. A song about the journey and voices in our heads.
2. «A Silent Room» is an existential hokku. Don’t you go outside without a hat?
Come in. Wellcome. A room. The room is always warm. It is funny, sad, calm, loud, and quiet inside. All your stuff is here, isn’t it? Sure, it is. It is your room. Time passes by, things go away and leave marks in your head. The more you remember, the less air you have. Have you ever seen this place, these walls before? You have already been here. Come inside. Lie down. It is silent. It is always silent.
«The Flower» is a dating-madness simulator. A flower afflatus, post-modern and post-psycho poetry.
After a long-long working day on a Plantation, you are in high spirits. Happy, right! Today is the day, today is the date with your lovely beloved. Your heart is burning, your breathing is rapid, the urban landscape around blooms in a euphoric frenzy of colors. Something makes you think better, feel better, see better, bloom better. But something is missing…
Bouquet! It would be extremely unethical to show up for a date without a bunch of flowers. No problem, it has never been a problem for you. Look around. All you need is to pick a few flowers…
«ORG» is a futuristic shoot-a-fable about the censor routine of the nearest future.
Congratulations! You have just got a promotion. From now on you are responsible for the art transfer through CAD (Culture Assurance Department). Be careful, the cultural enrichment of our clients lies in your hands.
The future is CAD. CAD is the Future.
«Ticker» is a running-n-crying runner about the mind night, the utterance impossibility.
Shortly before going to bed, you uprise a few words in front of your eyes and write them down on a piece of paper. You will try to remember the words’ order through falling asleep…the words…the order…ords…woder…
Each pulsating beat of your sleepy mind brings you closer and closer to the non-verbalized world. There is nothing to say. Say no more. The night is still young, and you are on your way to the letter fugue.
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Last evaluated Jun 22, 2026
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