Still my favorite Souls game. I took the entire thing to be a circular metaphor of being trapped in a loop of depression. Majula is my favorite area from any game, ever, and I will defend it until I die. Those waves rolling in, the sun on the horizon unsure if it's setting or rising, the town slowly filling back up with new friends. You can see distant landmarks of where you're going or where you've been, but here you are once more in Majula. It's perfect. I love how still it is even as life returns, how it's always in an eternal state of either dying or coming back to life, yet never reaching either. Everyone seems so distant and spaced out. Most of all? I love how no matter where you go, Majula is your home. You can travel far and wide, you can defeat dragons in sky castles and big scorpion monsters. You'll always find your way back either deliberately or through whimsy. It's always waiting for you and it's begging you to simply sit down and watch the waves, forever. Also you get a talking cat friend who makes fun of you.

I'm gonna cry just thinking about it. No other area in any game gives me the same feeling of Majula. It's both my home and yet it's threatening. It's a trap and yet it's welcoming. It's a physical representation of how depression can feel peaceful when you become accustomed to it, and change can either seem frightening or pointless. It's the welcome embrace of the stillness of the present, telling you to simply sit down and accept how things are, rather than leave and regret your every decision. I want a real Majula please.