The screen’s cold glow flickers softly. Buttons press under tiny fingers. A plumber named Mario jumps over boxes, riding on turtles’ backs. His feet thump loudly, like a small drumroll. Coins scatter in a golden shower, landing on the gray floor with soft pings. Green pipes bend and twist, hiding secrets inside their round mouths. Red mushrooms make Mario grow tall enough to stomp goombas into tiny pieces. The screen hums softly, drawing me closer with its light.