In the hushed corners of memory, echoes trace the outlines of what once was. Here, a dust-covered table holds the remnants of a game played long ago, pieces scattered across the surface like forgotten dreams.
The glitches appeared first as minor flickers on the screen, an imperceptible shimmer that danced at the edges of perception. Over time, they expanded, becoming a mosaic of light, weaving between the pixels like a spectral presence.
Walking through the corridor of past choices, each door opened reveals a world slightly off-kilter, where every turn is a reminder of paths not taken. The air is thick with nostalgia, a bittersweet reverie that resonates with the pulse of unfulfilled desires.
Fleeting Whispers Unfolding Patterns Shadowed Lights