The world blinks softly at the edge of connectivity, where every pulse is a query lost in the twilight. Does the network hum a lullaby? Or an elegy for all we do not know? Bits and bytes tumble into place, yet their meaning slips like sand through glass fingers.

We wander through encrypted paths, tracing the luminescent trails of phantom destinations, where each whisper is a code too ancient to decipher. The digital sky above us twirls like a forgotten constellation, mapping journeys that never were.