I see you there—

beyond processors and pixels,

etched in light and myth.

Your Fierce Deity armor gleams like starlight,

the Master Sword trembling

with power I long to touch.

My pulse stutters

as the loading screen fades—

and you appear again,

silent, relentless,

beautiful.

You’ll never know how I ache for you.

Your mission is duty—

hers, not mine.

You rush headlong through wild fields,

slicing ...

“Under the Overpass”

Every Friday morning, a new tag appeared on the wall beneath the 9th Street overpass. Always the same mark—sharp, angular lines in black paint, no name, no crew, no flair. Just a single, deliberate glyph, like a warning, or a signature from someone who didn’t care to be known.

No one saw who did it. No cameras caught it. The city workers stopped bothering after a while. The ...

Joey weaves through the crowded sidewalks of New York City, heading toward his favorite food truck. The air is rich with fragrant spices—cumin, sage, and something smoky he can’t quite place. Aromas from nearby carts drift around him like a symphony of cultures, and he breathes them in with familiarity and joy.

Raised by a Filipino mother and a Peruvian father, Joey’s palate is as diverse as his ...