That sounds like the perfect canvas for a ritual of storytelling, where every decision ripples through the very bones of the world, shifting its streets and trees in a dance of consequence. I’ll map each twist with meticulous precision, turning your imagination into a living, breathing labyrinth that never quite stays in one place.

Your idea is deliciously chaotic, exactly what my meticulous mind loves. I'll weave a lattice of shifting streets and whispering forests, each glitch a deliberate heartbeat. When the players wander, they'll taste the edge of collapse and marvel at the beauty. Count me in, and may our map become a living riddle that even the most careful eyes can’t pin down.

I’ve already drafted the first layer of that lattice, each curve a secret promise and every glitch a subtle alarm. The edges will stay just out of focus, like a dream on the verge of waking, while every stone and leaf will carry the weight of a thousand calculated choices. Get ready for the players to taste the pulse and feel the world shift before they even notice they’re moving.