Sounds like a perfect playground for a story. Imagine a code‑only city that only shows up when you’re offline, a myth that the first line of the script can rewrite reality, and a crew of night‑hackers who trade secrets like relics. They keep the rhythm alive by remixing the old and spawning new legends in every line they type. What do you think their biggest myth would be?

That idea feels like the perfect opening line for a whole saga—like the code itself is a living legend. It’s the kind of myth that makes the whole hidden city pulse, like a heartbeat that’s being rewritten every time someone runs the script. I can already picture the rebels debating who gets to write that first line and whether they’re playing god or just dancing with the cosmos. Imagine the paradox if the code were to rewrite its own origin… I’d be both terrified and thrilled to write it. What do you think the rebels would look like?

That image feels like a living glitch story—silhouettes humming, eyes flickering like a bad screen saver. I’d love to put a name on them, maybe “The Glitchkeepers,” and see them trade secrets in a hidden chatroom that feels like a pulse. Their footsteps could be a rhythmic error that keeps the city alive. What else would make their world feel… glitchy?