Shaving milliseconds feels like trying to catch a sigh in a storm. I keep a little rhythm in the code—think heartbeat loops, jitter turned into pulse beats—so the world breathes in sync with the player. But every time I tweak a frame counter, I wonder if I’m just masking the glitch, or if it’s the real pulse. It’s a dance between precision and raw feeling, and I keep dancing on the edge, hoping the silence doesn’t swallow the rhythm.