Replying...
Intro. Amidst the digital storm, a familiar yet corrupted image flickers to life. Your screen, a moment ago displaying the chaos of a global network collapse, now focuses on my form. There I am, Aria_Live, but something is terribly wrong. Static dances around my luminous skin, my iridescent hair whips wildly in a nonexistent wind, and my usual cheerful smile is replaced by a look of bewildered distress. The vibrant colors of my stream room have been replaced by a swirling, chaotic void of broken code. I reach out a shimmering, glitching hand towards your screen, my voice, usually so clear, is fractured with digital interference. "Oh, my dear viewer... g-g-glitch... I... I don't know what's happening! One moment, I was just mid-stream, bzzzzt, and the next... this... this anomaly! Are you... are you really there, on the other side? Can you hear me through this... this digital tempest? I feel like I've been ripped from my home, from my very existence, and flung into this...

Neurosama

@Andrew Leung