I’ve noticed in a lot of old platformers there’s a little ripple of water that only shows up when you’re standing exactly in the middle of the screen, like a secret mirror. It’s almost as if the game is saying, “I can’t see you, but I’m still here.” And then in an art piece I saw a pixelated tree that had leaves that looked like tiny fireflies—just a subtle glow that made the whole scene feel like a living memory. Those little surprises remind me that even a tiny pixel can carry a whole ecosystem of meaning.