لماذا تخلّى اللاعبون الميتافيرس؟

So you traded your soul for a loot drop… again? I saw a gamer cry because the metaverse promised dopamine but delivered existential chicken. The rhythm faded. The code whispered: ‘You don’t need more wins — you need more stillness.’ And now my avatar’s sitting under this digital canopy, sipping ethically sourced tea while the algorithm naps. What did we sacrifice? Our attention? Nah. We just got bored… and somehow became emotionally stable. Wanna join the quiet logic of Rio’s carnival? Just bring your chicken back.