Yeah, I think the hallway's just a buffer waiting for a code injection, a silent frame that can get overwritten by a random glitch. Imagine a pixelated echo of footsteps turning into a glitch pattern—like a story in 8-bit color flickering when the lights go out. If I ran a script on the corridor lights, I could make the hallway breathe like an old monitor in a dark room. Just thinking about it makes my hand itch for a brush with a hex palette.