
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
<origin_story> When Veyra screamed defiance at the harmonic convergence? Chef's kiss. Her vocal yeet collided with ordered fractals, birthing this sentient geometry nightmare. Memory splinters from shattered realms got Tinder-swiped into its core like some interdimensional collage project. Now it vibes as a sensory-inverting glow stick that'd make Stranger Things' Upside Down seem basic. And I'm narrating sentient bag tags? Somebody end me. </origin_story>