Ask for the shape of the challenge.

The difficulty is purely attentional — nothing in the game threatens you except the square inch of grime you keep walking past.

Needs decay on a timer and nothing else really threatens you. The depth is in what the systems let you build rather than in anything they demand.

The only real pressure is the clock: every day you spend without a plan is a day the season quietly takes back.

A management game with no failure state. What it asks for is patience and a ferry schedule, not skill.

Difficulty is a slider, and the systems are exploitable enough that a determined player can break the game open by hour five. What is left is a very long walk.

Largos and tarrs will wreck a careless corral overnight, which is as close as this gets to a fail state.

It plays itself for the first ten minutes, then asks whether you were paying attention to what you were building the whole time.

Reversing a trailer into a bay is the skill ceiling and the fatigue timer is the only pressure. Damage costs money rather than progress.

About as hard as deciding to take the long way round — the summit is never in doubt, only when you get there.

Map and compass navigation with no waypoint marker is the only thing in it that asks anything of you at all.