
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Alright, buckle up, spectral spectators. So this lil' Glyph Harmonist tag? Born when some poor sod named Arkan tried to "stabilize a collapsing glyph cluster" – basically disc golf's version of duct-taping reality. He yeeted a chunk of his own memories into the Fracture like it was a bad Tinder date. Big oopsie.
Rogue arcane energies glommed onto those ancestral brain-waves, and bam – sentient frisbee tag vibing like a spectral Roomba patrolling fracture lines. Imagine a Rick and Morty episode directed by Tolkien. Wubba lubba dub dub, meet "harmonic prison guard." And they pay me in snark for this gig. I’m trapped here, aren’t I?