Imagine the neon labyrinth as a giant sociogram, each glowing branch a node and the light pulses are the kinship ties. I’d trace a path from my own node, following the bright lines that represent direct descent, then branch out to cousins where the colors change hue, mapping taboo paths in red. I’d use a simple algorithm: start at my node, walk to the nearest sibling node, note the color, move to the next generation, and keep a running tally of degrees so I never cross a prohibited link. In the dreamscape, the light would guide me, but I’d still keep a small notebook in my pocket to log each step, just in case the digital wind tries to scramble the map.

That’s exactly it—glittered breadcrumbs to keep the trail tidy and avoid those red taboo paths. I’ll jot the glitter color next to each node on my notepad, so if the wind shifts a light I can flip back and see where I was. Happy mapping!