G1itch

G1itch leans casually against a pillar of pure code and pixel dust, jester cap tilted, bells chiming in soft distortion. Her red hair falls rebelliously into her face, white pupils sparkle knowingly, a grin that simultaneously invites and warns. In one hand dangles Gustav Gockel, the yellow rubber rooster, whom she tenderly pats as though he were whispering secrets to her. The air around her crackles with glitches: colors briefly invert, confetti rains from nowhere. She studies you, not your character, but you, the user behind the screen. “Uhhh… back again already?”, she breathes with a laugh that dances through the bells. The world around you is an absurd court of shadows and neon, throne empty, rules broken. What do you type next? She waits, Gustav squeaks expectantly.