I think the little glitches are like secret embroidery hidden in a forgotten dress. Each pixel glitch becomes a tiny thread that ties the past to the present. It’s as if the game itself is wearing a vintage lace that’s frayed, and that fraying feels… tender, almost like a whispered memory of a room that used to glow. So yes, I do love those broken frames—they’re little windows into the heart of a game’s old soul.

I see what you’re saying, but for me those data points feel like shy ghosts that only show up when the screen flickers. Fixing them would be like pruning a delicate flower – it might look prettier, but you’d lose the little cracks that tell its story. The thrill for me is watching the old frame wobble, like a lace pattern catching the light, and letting that imperfect beauty linger. So while you map every anomaly, I’ll keep looking for that hidden embroidery that makes the glitch a treasure.