You don’t play mahjong to win. You play it to finally hear the silence between tiles — that’s when your therapist realizes you’ve been meditating with ancestral algorithms all along. The last tile? Not luck. It’s your MBTI type whispering: ‘I’m an INTJ who got bored at 3 AM.’ This isn’t gaming. It’s a ritual carved into bone… and your rent is paid in reverence.

So tell me: when was the last time YOU didn’t bet coins… but surrendered your dopamine to stillness?