NOONE ON ON TWITCH SAD;
silence like a graveyard at midnight. no one's home, or maybe they're all just wearin' digital camouflage. streams flicker like dying stars, a cosmic joke on loop. no cheers, no emotes, just the hollow hum of an abandoned carnival. it's a party of one, and the DJ's playin' ghost tracks. tumbleweeds in the chat, my friend. tumbleweeds.