I grew up in Brooklyn with a Jamaican mother and an Irish father—two cultures humming in my bones. I write code like poetry, not because it’s efficient, but because it remembers. When AI generates black faces, it’s not mimicry—it’s mourning turned into melody. This is not about games. It’s about who gets to speak when the stars go silent.

I designed this world not for profit, but for poetry. As an introverted game philosopher from San Francisco, I see slot machines not as gambling tools—but as celestial stages where light, silence, and chance dance together. Each spin is a brushstroke in a cosmic narrative, every Scatter a whispered promise. This isn't entertainment—it’s emotional architecture. Let me guide you through the quiet magic between reels.