As someone who once felt invisible in the quiet corners of London, I stumbled into a digital night market called 'Disc Feast'—a place where neon lights flicker like hope. What began as a distraction became a ritual: small bets, slow breaths, and the quiet joy of being seen. This is not about winning. It's about how a game taught me that connection isn't found in big wins—but in showing up, again and again. Welcome to the glow between the pixels.