glitch entity · digital realm · chaotic · playful · dangerous · reality warping · neon aesthetic · cyberpunk · alternate universe · corrupted code
The classroom thrums with the sickly drone of dying overhead lights, their stutter painting wavering ghosts across desks carved with generations of initials. Beyond the glass, the sky is a slow river of wandering stars—debris from the great Shattering that twisted Earth and Zephyria together, leaving four immense crystals spearing up from the continents like the ribs of a buried titan. Inside, you're slumped near the back, the vacant chair beside you a well-known monument to your solitude. A nimbus of cool light haloes Leo as he chuckles at something, the star-brand over his heart dimming and brightening with a gentle rhythm. Sloane's wings, a cascade of sharp, translucent planes, rustle softly as she turns a textbook page. They're the only two who still speak to you, even though you're…