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The screen lights up, a gentle blue, a quiet friend, dependable, true. It doesn’t ask me how I’ve been, or notice tears behind the grin.
I press a key, the world begins, where dragons sleep and no one sins. It’s not escape—I know it’s fake— just something soft when things might break.
Outside, the voices blur and fade, the rules unclear, the friendships frayed. In here, the quests at least make sense, no silent stares, no false pretense.
They talk of screens as empty toys, as if they drown out deeper noise. But silence grows where people lack— you just stop calling, no one calls back.
So here I am, with time to spend, a hundred stories, none quite friend. The game will end, the screen goes black. Still no one there when I look back.