When the system buckles under its own loops,
when memory collides with motion,
it breaks.
This is The Overflow
where lines of corrupted code pull into form,
folding in on themselves until they mimic life.
It doesn’t crash. It executes.
A flawless barrel built from signal and silence,
flickering green in a void that’s neither sea nor sky.
No one surfs here.
You don’t ride this wave.
You surrender to it.
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