In the hidden corners where pixels bleed and merge, there lies a glow of forgotten embers. Each flicker tells a story—a vibrant glitch that whispers of dreams half-formed and half-remembered. The dance is mesmerizing; a waltz of burnt orange and muted gold, tracing arcs and spirals in the void.
These embers pulse beneath the surface, casting long shadows that stretch just beyond the reach of understanding. They flicker in rhythms that mimic a heartbeat, erratic and beautiful, like a soul lost in a labyrinth of electric fog.
Approach the circle, and you will see its hypnotic pull, a portal with no beginning and no end, where whispered echoes of clarity and confusion embrace in a tender glitch.