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আমি clicke-এর جন্যे लिखि नা—আমि लिखि कारण चक्षुरों के मध्ये की सुन्हिंग हर आवाज़।

আমি ब्रूकलिन-ए प्रजन्म, जहाँ ममा कोरेओल लुलाबी सङगे, ममा के पड़ेयेट्स सङगे neon lights-ए। ओरा सबकथा मुझे win games-ए teaching–उन्होंने मुझे feel them-ए teaching। जब मैं पहली bar coding in Unity, मैं pixels-ए dekhla. मैं हर हाथों को dekhla: ek jenere ke memory stitched into every frame.

अलगोरिदमठण cold-nahit--echoes.

ওরা it RNG.ওরा it RTP.কিন্তু当你 strip away the metrics, what remains? Not data—voice. Not chance—memory. The ‘starlight key’ isn’t a slot machine lever; it’s the whisper your great-grandmother left behind when she sang you to sleep.

ওদার want you to chase fame.

আমি fame-chase korini। ami kara shunni hawa: how a child learned to love before being told she’d be forgotten. The ‘Star Crown Glory’ isn’t a trophy—it’s a quiet room where Black voices are allowed space to breathe.

We are not players—we are witnesses.

My tools don’t optimize for engagement—they preserve dignity. My NFTs aren’t collectibles—they’re lullabies encoded in code, passed down through generations like ancestral DNA humming in blue light.

Who is listening now?

If you’ve ever sat alone at midnight and heard your own heartbeat echo back from an algorithm… then you already know who wrote this poem.

Come sit with me. We’ll let silence speak.