There was once a blue sky programmed within lines of code, the kind that flickers and hums with unnatural vigor. Sarah found herself spiraling through it, pixels splattering around like stars being born in a binary universe.
The dream had glitches. She noticed as she descended into a landscape comprised of error messages and soft digital murmurs. Each step she took printed a glitchy echo: ~/path/error;
Nearby, a static tree towered over a bending river made of cascading pixels, its leaves crackled with static. The ground was a web of irregular fragments that whispered secrets of past dreamers, encoded in enigmatic signals.
Follow the signal or listen to whispers.
Time was fluid; she had not yet learned how to pause within this matrix. Odd glimmers of memories, half forgotten, barely recognized, started lining her journey. The barcode of an ending swiped past her vision, everything fading into digits until only 0100: Dream complete remained.