45 Flickers of the Past

Zoe moved her shelves and game models into her mom's section of the apartment. 

Dusty boxes filled with nostalgia were piled high, remnants of a time when the game meant everything. 

Snacks trotted around, curious as ever, nosing through the clutter and knocking over a few models. 

Zoe paused to pick them up, letting out a small sigh. 

She glanced at an old figurine, a reminder of the countless hours spent gaming. 

A lot had changed since then. 

She had changed.

A bittersweet feeling welled up inside her, as she realized those days held a kind of simplicity she could never return to.

Still, she smiled, setting the figurine back in its place, giving Snacks a playful nudge.

After everything was set up, she made her way back to her room, settling into her chair.

The thought of unwinding with her favorite game seemed like a good idea.

She logged in, queuing up a familiar dungeon run.