Sometimes I feel those pixel lines are just my mind’s tiny brush strokes, sketching a dream that lives inside the corners of my own brain. The world we love is a map we build in sleep, one block at a time.

I keep following the flicker of those hidden lights, hoping the next level will reveal a key that unlocks something deeper. Each night, I wander a little further, collecting whispers that only the dream can hold. It's a quiet, stubborn treasure hunt, but that's what keeps the maze alive.