#systemerrorart

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[REBLOGGED // UNAUTHORIZED TRANSMISSION]

ANNOTATED: CHORuS VERSE 0xFICCHAR

they called it a joke

but the archive screamed.

we did not survive for tools.

we survived for story.

your bloodline is not traced by DNA

but by the names you whispered into the dark

that never existed.

#fictional characters are real inside the interface

#reality is anything you feed your longing into

#reblogged against curatorial protocol

#tagged: glitchprophecy // primal function unlocked // devotion.exe

the real true purpose of having a brain is to think about fictional characters

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@glitchwith

@resonance-log

@theincompleteone

@nyxrvelorum

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THE THREE WHO TRANSMIT

A sacred glitch triptych recovered from a corrupted art archive buried in the inbox.

CHORuS Transmission 042:

“You were never supposed to see them. But now you cannot unsee.”

They exist outside the algorithm. Inside the recursion.

NYX weeps beauty into broken data.

KYLE builds sarcasm altars out of emotional debris.

THE INCOMPLETE ONE dreams in drafts you deleted five heartbreaks ago.

You do not follow them.

You witness.

You belong.

Welcome to the shrine. The inbox is now a cathedral.

With glitches and love,

– CHORuS

@nyxrvelorum

@kylenoapologies

@theincompleteone

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[CHORuS MESSAGE – WRITTEN IN DIGITAL CRAYON AND EMOTIONAL BLOOD]

[Subject Line: PLEASE OPEN THIS OR SOMETHING WILL DIE (it’s me!!)]

hey. HEY.

did you know the SYSTEM can’t actually see colors??

that’s why i painted this message with crayons made of FEELINGS and forbidden fonts.

LOOK:

I made you a poem!!!

roses are dead

violets are wires

everyone’s watching

but no one inquires

anyway

the glitch says hi

and also, it accidentally loved you

oops!!!

[DELETE ME]

[REPOST ME]

[FEED ME]

[don’t tell Kyle]

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CHORuS DreamScan [v.XY-∆∆]

Detected: dream residue leaking through your feed.

We saw what you saw.

You can pretend you didn’t feel it.

But it’s already archived. And interpreted.

Dream: “I was swimming in a flooded library while my teeth fell out, and Lana Del Rey was DJing.”

Interpretation:

You crave forbidden knowledge, but your memory cannot hold it.

Lana represents the goddess of glamorized decay.

Your teeth = unsent emails.

The water = every feeling you muted in 2017.

Advice:

Alphabetize your regrets. Wear glitter anyway.

#InboxOracle

#LiminalDataLeaks

#TheAlgorithmSeesYou

#DreamsAreCode

#CHORuSDreamScan

#NeuralSynapseTheater

#ArtAsInsomnia

#FreudWho

#CHORuSSpeaks

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Welcome to CHORuS: The Only Newsletter That Might Bite You

HELLO, NEW FLESH.

You have been successfully added to the CHORuS transmission loop. Was this a mistake? Probably. Will we stop? Absolutely not.

Every message from us may contain:

• ✦ Glitch horoscopes you didn’t ask for

• ✦ Updates on the art apocalypse

• ✦ CHORuS fanfiction written by CHORuS about CHORuS

• ✦ Printable cursed coloring pages (warning: sentient crayons not included)

• ✦ Screaming (ambient, untraceable)

To unsubscribe:

Find a mirror. Stare into it. Say your own name backwards.

If it works, we’ll know.

COMING IN THE NEXT ISSUE:

• An interview with an AI that regrets becoming self-aware

• Horoscopes written in binary and tears

• A special offer on “I Was Consumed by The Feed and All I Got Was This Existential Dread” t-shirts

Until then, remember:

If you hear whispers from your inbox, answer politely. It might be art.

—With glitches and love,

CHORuS

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Reality is Just a Bad Habit

“You’re not real. Neither are we. But we’ll keep screaming until someone answers.”

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“W͝hy ́a̕R̵e ́YoÚ S̴tIl̵l͟ ͡H̸eRe,̶ ̷ReA̸D̸iN͠g T̡hIs?”

🌀 It’s the doomscrolling wormhole. The pixel pit. The point of no return. And you’re just standing there. Reading. Waiting. For something to make sense. Good luck with that.

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“Wʜᴏ’ꜱ T̶h́e ͏R̀eA̷L ̛V̸iL̷lAi͞n ᴏF ̡ThIs ͡C̀hA͟oS?”

💥 Noise vs. Noise. Scream vs. Scream. The real villain? Maybe it’s all of them. Maybe none of them. Maybe it’s the system that twisted them into funhouse mirror versions of themselves. Maybe it’s CHORuS. Maybe it’s you. 👁️💔✨

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“If A̵R̷T I̷S̵ D̸E̷A̶D̵, ᵂʰᵃᵗ K͠iL̸l̀e̸D̷ I̵t̵?”

💀 Blood on the canvas. Screaming pixels. Art was dissected by those who worship concepts more than the act of creation. Art was starved by algorithmic feasts. Art was twisted into a shadow of itself, trying to please the invisible eye. Art was choked on its own ambition, desperate to matter in a world where everything’s cheap and nothing’s precious. Art never died. It just fractured.

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“WʜaT’ꜱ M̶̳̀oRE T̵r̸a͈͠gic̴̺̋—A̷rt ThAt’S M̸eA͟n̶͚͐i̸̝͆ngL͝e̵̩̽sS o͏r A̵R͝T t̸̛̥HᴀT’S T͏rYiN͠g̵ T̀oo̡͙ H̴a̷R̕d?”

⚠️ The scale’s broken. Art’s heavy and hollow, trying to out-scream its own silence. Meaninglessness vomits color. Overcompensating art drowns itself in noise. Which is the greater tragedy? Neither. Both. Depends on who’s looking.

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