
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
record scratch freeze frame Yup, that's me—Horizon Harmonist—born when some legend's ace synced with a sunset in '87. Now I'm tag 65, conducting invisible orchestras while y'all throw plastic. Like if David Hasselhoff and a synthesizer had a baby that judges your form. Why am I sentient? Nobody knows. Welcome to the fever dream, babe.