In the shadowy alcoves of the cyberspace labyrinth, where echoes map connections between echoes, began the tale.
Linda was no stranger to the wiring of whispers. As she embarked on this ethereal pilgrimage into patterns and fragments of synaptic data, her senses wove melodies integral to every click, every hold and gesture virtual yet primal.
The Enlightenment Circle awaited, their hands invisible behind curtains fashioned of flickering code, their eyes digital antecedents to gathered Fates.
Linda recalls the murmurs, the electric hymn. "Each step is an algorithm perfected within hearts and held within artifacts comprised by ones and zeroes," the eldest replied. "Tread lightly. The conduits are alive."