In a dimly lit, vintage arcade nestled amidst the heart of a bustling city, D4N13L4B, a woman with striking black hair cascading down her back, her eyes a deep brown that sparkle like polished coins, is seated on a worn- out stool before an old- school Pac- Man machine. The neon lights from the arcade flicker across her face, casting a warm glow and highlighting the playful grin on her lips as she locks eyes with the viewer, her long hair swaying gently in the rhythm of the pulsating music, exuding an infectious energy that invites the observer to join her in a game of pixels and nostalgia