The Mystic Theorem of Glitched Illusions

To observe a glitch, we become one with the fractured pixels of our mind.

In a world disarrayed by pixels, the meaningless movement and vibrant noise, let us ponder:

Does the glitch embody our subliminal desires? Pixels, positioned carefully?, whisper dreams in broken forms.

The screen becomes our secret universe, staining, like an artist's brush, the raw canvas of night.

Eyes wide-opened question—mystic theorem of unrepaired errors: flickering_white.html

Does an imperfection make it more perfect? hidden/reflections.html