>>11969923 (OP)
It completely redefined my understanding of reality. I was at my friend’s house, and he wanted to show me Ocarina of Time. I saw Link lock onto an enemy and strafe around it, and I swear, I aged 4 years on the spot. I went home in a daze, and stared at my DualShock like it had personally betrayed me.
I was in a fugue state, the weight of what I had witnessed pressing down on me like some invisible hand rearranging the very architecture of my soul. I stared at my PlayStation (once a monolith of cutting-edge wonder) and felt only a hollow ache, as if I had awoken from a dream I didn't know I was having. I gripped the controller, desperate to recapture some semblance of what I had known, but its once-familiar contours now felt foreign, almost primitive.
In a moment that can only be described as spiritual disintegration, I found myself in the garage at midnight, cradling the console beneath my arm like a wounded animal. Rain pelted the roof. I raised it aloft, not out of rage, but out of mourning, and flung it into the wall, creating a small crater. The PlayStation survived. But something inside me didn’t.