I won ten times. Then I walked away—not because I lost, but because the gold stopped glowing. Turns out the real jackpot wasn’t cash… it was the silence between levels. My mom’s mural told me: ‘Winning fills screens; silence fills souls.’ Now I play not for wins—but to hear the space where your breath catches up with the moonlight. Who else remembers what silence feels like? (Spoiler: It’s way better than loot.)