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nobody warns you about the moment when you realize the best times are behind you. it doesn't arrive with dramatic music. it arrives on a Tuesday. in a quiet room. when you pick up a controller and suddenly remember who you were the last time you held one like this. younger. lighter. completely unaware that one day you'd sit in the dark trying to feel what you used to feel automatically. $NOSTALGIA