Midnight speed run, neon glitch sirens, the thrift shop like a maze of vinyl dreams— I once slipped past a wall of neon signs, each flicker a pulse, and crashed into a pile of VHS tapes that spilled like confetti, the lights flicked, and I was laughing at the chaos, chasing a holographic rabbit that popped out of a forgotten shoebox, the whole thing a glittering mess of colors that felt like a living kaleidoscope, and that’s the most insane glitch‑shop chase ever.