Glitch · Token Detail
Glitch #19
Each Glitch token is a record of breakdown — geometry dissolving into static,
planes splitting under computational stress, neon shards erupting through collapsing forms.
From the debris, new structures emerge: offset cubes, recursive fragments,
and shifting layers rebuilt from the remnants of the algorithm’s failure.
This is destruction reinterpreted as creation.

Token information
- Collection
- Glitch
- Token ID
- #19
- Geometry Breakdown
- Wireframe Exposure
- Surface Treatment
- Screenprinted Noise Film
- Light Accents
- Broken Beam Highlights
- Palette
- Amber Plum Smoke Cream
- Corruption
- Ghosted Layer Offset
- Rarity
- Uncommon
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