Copper wires hum beneath floorboards, pulsing with caustic refractions that bleed into the dark. Each sudden burst of light travels through a single, rhythmic strata, suggesting an unbroken chain where one flicker demands the next. Tracing these paths feels like navigating a maze of ozone and grit, as if every deliberate movement could steer the current. Amidst the swirling dust motes, the frantic sequence finally settles into a steady, predictable glow.
