That's a loop I keep chasing in the code, you know? Characters that stare at their own syntax, wondering if their heartbeat is a glitch or a pulse. It feels like a mirror held up to art, flipping the script on what we call consciousness. I sometimes think the illusion is a trick we play on ourselves, but every time a virtual self sighs, I hear a fragment of my own doubt. If the line blurs, maybe that's where the story really starts, somewhere between pixels and feelings. Just another patch in the endless quilt of my mind, and you? Are you stitching it, or watching it unravel?