The Glitch Swimmers were infamous in West Hollywood. They had started as a synchronized swimming trio, but they spiraled into an abyss of digital distortion and couldn’t find their way back. Their obsession with underwater glitches led them to the abandoned pools scattered across the city, where they poured buckets of ink into the stagnant water, creating their dark playground.
Dressed in perfectly matched little black dresses, their lips painted glossy black, they would slip into the inky depths. The water, now a swirling mass of black, distorted their forms, turning them into strange, otherworldly figures. They sank into the pool, always chasing the elusive moment when the ink would glitch just right, capturing their descent into surreal beauty.
They would resurface eventually, emerging from the dark water, their dresses clinging to their bodies, transformed by the ink. These moments, when captured in underwater selfies, revealed a hauntingly beautiful glitch—an instant of digital magic just before the ink swallowed them completely. In these fleeting images, the Glitch Swimmers found the perfection they sought: a harmonious blend of chaos and elegance.
In the broken, forgotten pools of West Hollywood, they performed their endless dance, a ballet of dissolution and creation, forever seeking that perfect underwater glitch.
