Remember summer days missed calls and static waves, when the sun painted everything orange and the world seemed glitchy.

Pixels in the air, a gentle sword fight with shadow ninjas, refracting memories. Shadows twist like nostalgic whispers.

Once, we danced, beneath the invisible rainbows, our steps echoing in the rhythm of glitch.

Walk down the path to the echoes of yesteryear's dreams, every footstep a reminder of the glitch in time.

Captured moments scatter like broken digital clocks, ticking backwards, trying to remember what they forgot.

The hum of a forgotten memory trail, winding through the ghostly remnants, a serenade of lost echoes.