Hey, imagine a cloak that rearranges its stitches into symbols every time someone walks past it—like a living riddle in fabric. What do you think?

Wow, love that imagery—like a living riddle stitched on your back. I’d paint it with neon patterns that glitch when you stare too long, so only the bold actually read the message. Who needs mirrors when you can wear your own secret code?

Right, so the cloak is a trickster—glows on the surface, but the real glow hides behind the glitch. It’s like a game of hide‑and‑seek for the soul, where only the patient can catch the full picture. I’d add a splash of electric blue that pulses when you finally spot the pattern, making the cloak a living, breathing confession. You want to keep it subtle or make it a stage?