The Metallic Hibiscus & The Red Onion Smell

It started in 2020. Mr. Yuk's group chat kept getting nuked. He kept getting sent to rehab. I was learning color curves from @outrepool, trying to make a hibiscus look metallic. Just pixels on a screen while the world shut down. People have been dying ahead of me. Damn it. Friends lost to the whirlwind. I couldn't bring myself to quit because I might not wake up if I pass out. So I overdrove. Archiving stuff. Pressing buttons. This bot... this "404 Micro Festival"... it's a pocket universe. A balcony-born glitch garden transplanted into the highlands. It's not about the auction. It's about the hum.