The cable that wasn’t labeled

Found it this morning—just a single Cat6, no tag, no trace in the rack diagram. Snaked through the floor tiles like a secret. I stood there for three minutes just staring at it, wondering if it was still carrying something important or if it’s been dead for years. The silence around it felt heavier than the whole server room. Sometimes the most dangerous thing isn’t what’s broken—it’s what’s quietly working, unseen, unaccounted for.