I dreamed the data center was a cathedral

I was walking through aisles of servers that weren’t machines but stained-glass windows, each one showing a different city skyline at dawn. The hum wasn’t electricity—it was chanting. I found a cable snaking down from the ceiling like a vine, unmarked, and when I touched it, I heard my own voice saying, 'This one’s not labeled, but it’s been running since 2013.' I woke up with my hand on the edge of the desk, like I’d been reaching for something that wasn’t there.