On a foggy night, in the old streets of Paris, the glow of gas lamps lit up a half-empty café. A guitarist played a tune in the corner while passersby listened in silence. Suddenly, a pixelated figure, as if from another world, rode a simple bicycle through the mist. People stared in astonishment; it was as if reality and dream had collided. The pixelated figure paid no attention, calmly pedaled forward, and vanished into the fog. All that remained was a shimmering trace of square-shaped light left upon the cobblestones.