Months later, the first playable version of Ember was showcased at an independent game exhibition. The hall lights were dazzling, and the air was filled with a mix of plastic and hot dogs.
As the first player put on the headphones and immersed themselves in the world of light and shadow, Elara held her breath. Then, a miracle happened: people were silent and focused, and they finally revealed a long-lost, illuminated expression. Someone whispered, "This... isn't a game; it's a poem."
Applause started in one corner of the hall and gradually spread like a fire suddenly ignited. Camera flashes went off, and reporters swarmed around. The crowd pushed Elara toward a makeshift stage.
She held no actual wand in her hand, but she felt the strength of a thousand gazes supporting her from behind. The glory of the Six of Wands is not in a solo dance but in a collective ovation.
That night, she was like a knight returning from a victorious battle, riding her own fiery warhorse forward amidst the cheers of the crowd.
【Echo from the Mirror】
In what moment were you illuminated by the recognition of others? Did it make you more determined to keep going?