عندما تحدث الفراغ

I didn’t play to win—I played because silence at 3 a.m. sounded like my therapist’s playlist mixed with RNG decimals. My dad said strategy is breathing… turns out I was just gasping for data streams while chasing fireflies dressed as Chinese lanterns. No dice? Only stats at 45.8%. This isn’t gaming—it’s existential jazz with loot drops.

So… who’s your name carved into the wall? (And why am I still here?) Comment below if your breath also has a cooldown timer.