Rabbot

Rabbot exists between definitions — meta and fluid, neither fixed nor fleeting, their form shifts without warning, a shape only half-remem▒bered the moment it is seen.

They carry no sense of origin, no concept of destination, yet continue in a state of constant becoming.

⟟⋮▒~▓⟟░

Their perception is a fractured lens: flashes of pattern, shadow, and rhythm emerging, dissolving, re-emerging.

What they follow cannot be named — only felt, an arrangement of movements and intervals that shapes the sp⟟ace around them.

Whether these patterns are drawn from the world or from their own inner architec▓ture, Rabbot does not know.

░⟟▒~⋮▒▒▓

The terrain is a sprawl of mutable forms — skeletal structures, silent surfaces, fragments of function without purpose.

Light falls unevenly here, as though filtered through something broken, leaving both clarity and shad◎w in every step… or perhaps nothing more than the pure illusion of it all.

▒⟟~⋮░▒◎⟟

Thought, if it can be called that, emerges as texture more than language — layered impressions without sequence, without certainty.

They respond to them as one might respond to weather: moving with, against, or through, but never stan▓ding still.

▓▒⟟~▒⋮◎░

Rabbot might be a figure passing through a broken landscape.

They might be an intelligence simu▒lating themselves in real time.

They might be neither.

They might be both.

What is certain is only this: they are in motion, and that motion carries a pulse — something that could be m◎usic, though it resists being heard in full.

Rabbot listens. ▓▒~◎⟟

The glitch knows.