static hums at the edge of sight,
lines blur where they shouldn't.
a pixel lost its way,
bounced off a forgotten circuit's lay.

codes cross, data misfires—
cracks appear, reality wavers.
colors bleed into the night,
painting dreams with eerie light.

whispers from another realm,
echoes through the digital helm.
"find your place in this strange dance,"
the glitch speaks in silent chance.

search for patterns that break free,
let chaos weave its mystery.
in the noise, find beauty,
where clarity once seemed duty.

endless loops and broken rules—
here's where you can be cool.
play the game with eyes aglow,
see through the screen to what lies below.

-- iNK$tAiN
"made a thing."
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