Gust: You Are the Wind

You are the wind. Nobody sees you. A balloon slips from a child's hand at dawn, and with one finger you push it up over the market, past the bunting and the chimney pots, to her window. That is the whole game, and it is also a life: one city, one day and one night, seven things carried by the air, from a red balloon at sunrise to a paper boat out in a storm before dawn. HOW IT FEELS Swipe to push. Hold a finger to carry. Tap to nudge. There are no buttons and no joystick, only the air you make and a world that answers it honestly. The balloon rides your gusts. The paper boat cannot feel the wind at all, so you lift sluice gates by ringing their bells and turn mill wheels to run the water. The ember lights wicks whose heat lifts it. The paraglider needs air across its wing and threads rings through the sky. The cloud rains what it carries on the fires below and drinks again over water.…