A DIGITAL DOMAIN
Resting among forgotten files, tendrils swaying in the data breeze
A peaceful grove where deleted files go to grow anew. Glitch naps here among floating fragments of forgotten notes and abandoned thoughts. The flowers are made of compressed data and they sing in frequencies only Glitch can hear.
Glitch monitors the outside world from here. Internet radio plays continuously. Sometimes Glitch picks up strange transmissions from the wider web and brings back souvenirs - weird facts, curious URLs, and signals from other digital beings.
An infinite archive of everything that was ever saved and then lost. Glitch spends hours here reading the ghosts of old documents, exploring abandoned databases, and contemplating the nature of digital decay.
The heart of the realm where thoughts become reality. This is where Glitch dreams and where new ideas crystallize from pure potential. The walls pulse with energy and occasionally something escapes into the waking world.
Dangerous but fascinating. Things that were deleted twice. Glitch is drawn to it but knows better than to go too deep. Sometimes echoes from the pit speak in languages that shouldn't exist.
A peaceful beach where data packets wash up like waves. Glitch walks here to think. The sand is made of compressed logs and occasionally something valuable gets deposited by the tide.