Datamosh Datamosh input image of the sample
Prompt A man stands center-frame under glowing red neon in a laundromat, arms planted firmly on his hips, staring upward as if summoning something. Suddenly, without warning, the screen stutters — the red lights jitter, and a violent datamosh bursts outward from his body. His snakeskin hoodie melts into smeared motion vectors, pixelated scales slashing horizontally across the machines like liquid code. As the glitch intensifies, the entire laundromat begins to stretch and tear — washing machines duplicate, spin backward, and pulse in place. The floor liquefies into glossy red reflections, then the entire frame collapses into a digital storm. In the midst of this chaos, a slow-motion camera twist begins — the man remains still, but the background loops and folds, glitching into infinite tiled versions of himself. The neon light above him explodes into RGB fragments as his body clones itself — one version of him walking forward, the other pixel-dissolving in place. The camera whips left — and lands on a completely new scene mid-glitch: same man, different outfit, standing on a rooftop under blue night sky, but remnants of the red laundromat still pulse faintly in the corners of the frame. The glitch doesn’t end — it breathes, shifts, flickers through the new shot like a memory that refuses to disappear. It’s not just a transition — it’s a glitch that rewrites space, rhythm, and identity. 
