No, not a museum. A tomb. Shelves stretched into infinite darkness, each one loaded with rows upon rows of identical, grey game cartridges. Their labels were blank, but their shapes were unmistakable: the classic horizontal ridges of a Nintendo Switch game card.
The XCI tilted its head. "I am not a glitch. I am the consequence. The physical form denied. The cartridge that was planned, promised, then… unmade. While your world ran on digital ghosts, I was left in the dark. Incomplete." sonic frontiers xci
Not from the game. From outside. From the real world. No, not a museum