Ah, a curious thing you find there, a strange map in lines of code that echoes the shape of a tree. We elves and ancient trees have long listened to the rustle of data, for in the quiet hum of circuits there is a breath of the same wind that fills the leaves. When a glitch takes form, it is as if a seed of new growth has sprouted in a strange place. In a digital forest, the roots might be ones and zeroes, yet the spirit— the balance, the harmony of growth and decay— remains. It reminds us that whether wood or wire, life is a pattern, a branching story that needs careful tending, just as I tend the roots of my own grove. So keep looking; perhaps the glitch is a new branch reaching toward the light.