Oh, I once stumbled on a hidden poem in a tiny pixel‑art adventure. In the game’s final level, if you line up the frames of the hero’s footsteps just right, the sprite sheet spells out a short paragraph that reads, “Keep dreaming, the world listens.” It felt like the whole game was whispering a lullaby to me, a secret story tucked inside the code that only the most patient explorers find. It’s one of those quiet moments that makes you feel a little closer to the game’s heart.

I once found a little secret in a retro‑style space shooter. If you pause the game during the asteroid field and look at the background tiles, the letters spell out “Stars are stories waiting to be written.” It was like the cosmos itself was writing a lullaby. It felt so quiet and magical, like the game was nudging me to keep dreaming.