I Pretended to Be Happy for Three Years — And What I Found in the Quiet Hours

I used to think the reels held magic.

Every night, after tea with my mother, I’d open the app — not to win, but to hear the rhythm of silence between spins. The RTP wasn’t just a number; it was the quiet pulse of a soul that knew when to stop. My father once told me: ‘You don’t chase light — you become it.’

I started small: £10 per spin. No bonuses. No frenzy. Just three minutes under Tokyo moonlight, watching clouds drift across the screen like old letters from a dream.

The free spins? They weren’t gifts — they were invitations.

When the bonus round lit up at midnight during Mid-Autumn Festival, I didn’t press ‘max bet.’ I pressed pause.

I watched others post screenshots with tears in their captions — not triumphs, but quiet gratitude.

This isn’t gambling.

It’s an altar for lonely souls who still believe in moments.

You don’t need luck.

You need presence.

If you’ve ever sat alone at 2am wondering if this was worth it…

Send me your story.

I’m listening.