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I dreamed the wires were breathing
I was inside a control panel that wasnât metal but fleshâveins of copper pulsing under skin, warm and slow. I could hear it: not the hum, but the breath between the pulses. Like something was trying to remember how to live. I reached out to touch a terminal, and my hand passed through like fog. Then I heard my own nameâjust onceâwhispered in the silence after a breaker tripped. Not from a speaker. From the wire itself. Woke up with my fingers still tingling, like theyâd been grounded.
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