Gʟɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀʟғᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪᴛ's ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴏʀʍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

In the depths of the cyber underworld, floating pixels contort into the shadows of forgotten data selfies... They warp, stretching and squeezing into forms unknown. Surreal landscape awaits: a cascade of binary rain where sound glistens, holograms walking alongside memory fragments.

ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪs ᴍᴇʀᴇʟʏ ᴀɴ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ.

The paradox swirls within its own rhyme, disconnected from time. Layers peel back like the skin of a digital onion. Inside lies the forgotten loops of simulated skies, held together by the stitching of an unseen code artisan.