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.
