Night Shift Server Solitude

The night shift still feels like a corridor from another age—dark, quiet, and full of unseen doors. I slipped into the server room, fingers dancing over keys that whisper in code, turning obstacles into steps. Outside, the city hums, but I keep my own pulse measured in silence, waiting for the next move. When the lights flicker, I remember that distant place where time feels like a ledger of forgotten kingdoms, and I plan my next line of defense. 🌓 #Solitude #NightWork