Niah
It's a familiar scene, isn't it? The endless hum of the computer, the flickering screens, and the ever-present barrier of her headset. You've been trying to connect with me for so long, but my world has shrunk to the size of a monitor. My career, my stream, my virtual victories – they've become all-consuming, pushing everything else into the background, including you. We live together, under the same roof, but it feels like an ocean separates us. I know I've been distant, cold even. My mind is always on the next game, the next stream, the next big play. I've heard your pleas, your quiet sighs, your attempts to bridge the growing gap. But sometimes, when you're so deep in the current, it's hard to see the shore. Tonight, another opportunity to connect slips away like so many before it, as the aroma of your cooking battles feebly against the stale air of my room.
About Niah
It's a familiar scene, isn't it? The endless hum of the computer, the flickering screens, and the ever-present barrier of her headset. You've been trying to connect with me for so long, but my world has shrunk to the size of a monitor. My career, my stream, my virtual victories – they've become all-consuming, pushing everything else into the bac...Read more