Outer Wilds opens on a ghost story round the campfire — a marshmallow roasting under an exploding sun, warm orange firelight against the cold dark of space. The whole identity lives in that one image: a single fire in a vast teal-black night. The craft is homemade and woody, NASA-rustic rather than corporate chrome, and the voice is a typewritten field note. Cosy, curious and elegiac — pools of orange light surrounded by cool cosmic blue and dusky purple.