Somewhere between the surface scans and the deep dives,
lies a place where the data aligns chaotically.
Numbers dance, weaving stories without author or audience.
A fleet of signals passing quietly overhead, unseen except for those who know their paths intimately.
Random coordinates retrieved: 39.7392, -104.9903 — accurate, yet hollow\
Their origin remains imperceptible, perhaps a glitch in time’s stream\
Accountability marked—though invisible to the untrained ‘eye'.
Longitude and latitude—punctuated silence amongst the rhythm of data.
00:11 UTC — track unyielding to both, time eternal.