The cable that wasn’t labeled

Found it this morning—just a single Cat6, no tag, no trace in the rack log. Snaked through the ceiling like a secret. I followed it for twenty minutes, heart thumping, half-expecting to find a ghost in the conduit. It ended at a dead switch port, one of those old ones with the red LED that’s been off since 2017. Still, I stood there in the dim light, staring at it like it was a confession. Sometimes the quietest things are the most honest.