“difficulties of loving a niche video game”

In secret corners of the net I roam,  
My heart awash with pixelated dreams—  
A world obscure, far from the mainstream home,  
Where silent rivers run beneath bright streams.  

I speak the language only few can trace:  
Of stat buffs, hidden quests, and secret doors,  
A single mention—blankness on a face—  
My gamer soul retreats, unlatching doors.  

No midnight talks in bustling Discord halls,  
No friend to share the joy when bosses fall,  
The forums quiet, single-digits calls  
Of patch notes written for a scattered thrall.  

Yet deeper grows the bond to coded land,  
Companions shaped by AI’s fickle hand;  
A bittersweet devotion, odd and grand—  
Loving alone, but only few will understand.  

Still, every sprite and ambient refrain  
Reminds me why the lonely love is true:  
In roots unseen, joy blooms between the pain,  
And niche becomes a world made just for you.

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