Leo smiled, leaning back against his pillows. The world outside was quiet, but in the palm of his hand, the concert was just beginning. He hit the first note, and for a moment, nothing else mattered but the rhythm.
He tapped the start button. The game didn't try to connect to a dead server. Instead, it bypassed the login screen and dropped him straight into his collection.
As the title music swelled—a familiar, synthesized melody—the main menu appeared. His favorite characters were there, frozen in their signature poses, waiting for a command. The "signed" status of the file meant it was authentic, a piece of history preserved by some anonymous archivist in a corner of the internet.