আমি আমার চরিত্র হারিয়েছি

#আমিআমারচরিত্রহারিয়েছি

একটি glitch-এর সূচনা। তিন�ণ্টা,珊瑚-আলোযুক্ত board-এ navigate-এরপর,আমার avatar—আমার silent companion—গভীরতা-থেকেই disappear. Error message? Notification? No. শুধু silence.

আমি screen-টা fixedly dekhi—যেন betrayal। কিন্তু then—অপ্রত্যাশিতটা happened.

Game broken feel koreনা। Honest feel kore.

বছরখানেক, games-এ identity build kora holo—save files-এ name carved, stats hoarded like relics। Echo Hollow-এ amar always rain er moddhe walk kora jai without getting wet। অন্যদিকে memory-based armor dharan kora holo।

But this time? Armor gone. Player bare again—not just pixels but spirit. And for the first time in years, that felt like freedom.

Some endings aren’t failures—they’re invitations. to sit with what’s missing. to ask: Who am I when no one’s watching?

Game was never about winning. Pleasure has become transactional; joy extractable; even grief gets packaged into loot drops! But what if play could be sacred? as ritual? as prayer disguised as pixels? When my character disappeared from Animal Paradise, something else emerged—not victory—but recognition: That some stories aren’t meant to be completed; those journeys end not with triumph but clarity; sometimes losing everything is how you begin again—with only your breath and your name left intact. Let this be an invitation—not to win more prizes or climb higher leaderboards—but to sit quietly with yourself in front of any screen, and say: “I’m here.” “And that’s enough.”

What game helped you heal? Share anonymously below—your story may light someone else’s path back home.