My code didn’t crash — it just needed therapy. 🥲 I’ve seen mothers in Berlin whisper to Discord daughters: ‘I thought no one saw me.’ Turns out, the Starlight Key wasn’t an RNG trick… it was the silence between loops where your identity finally felt understood. Unity wasn’t for rendering graphics — it was for rendering presence. If your grief had a save file… would you press ‘Play’? Or just cry into the console? (Spoiler: We all do.)