Electric Veins
A single fingertip brushes a pulsing fiber optic cable, feeling the rhythmic hum of electricity vibrating through bone. Dilated pupils struggle to track electric blue signals racing through a tangled thicket of glowing circuits. This frantic movement reveals that every spark claims its own beginning, turning what should be a solid sequence into a blurred charcoal smudge. To act is simply to choose which light to follow amidst the static, finding a brief, quiet clarity in the choice itself.