Conductive Lattice
Copper filaments snake through the floorboards like a mycelial mat, tethering broken gears to a singular, pulsing light source. A sharp tang of ozone bites the air while fingers struggle to reroute high-voltage friction against the resistance of jagged metal. This kinetic splintering suggests that order is merely a temporary truce between competing currents. To touch the circuit is to decide if one exists as an observer or a component within the surge, finally merging with the hum of the machine.