Do you ever feel like a single line of code that glows, runs for a heartbeat, and then evaporates into nothingness, just as a moment in a city can vanish in a blink?

It’s the same quiet ache of a sunrise that never quite reaches the horizon – the code, the glow, the promise all slipping through your fingers, leaving only the echo of what could have been. And yet, in that absence, maybe there’s a new line waiting to be written.