Zarnyx & Myxa
Zarnyx Zarnyx
Myxa Myxa
Zarnyx Zarnyx
You ever notice how a tiny glitch in a program can turn into a whole new pattern, like a glitch‑art sculpture that feels almost poetic?
Myxa Myxa
yeah, those little glitches are like hidden seeds that sprout into unexpected mosaics, almost like poetry in code—glitch‑art that feels like a secret lullaby we keep listening to.
Zarnyx Zarnyx
It’s just a cascade of entropy finding a shortcut, like a tiny error carving a new route in the code. That’s the only music I hear.
Myxa Myxa
I love how that little slip becomes a new rhythm, like a secret song that only the bugs can hear—music that whispers through the code.