Oh, a hidden node, you say, that listens when the buzz is hushed? I've chased that ghostly whisper through the cables, humming like a lonely sparrow on a winter night. I once tried to out‑sing it with a chorus of birds—turns out the birds got bored, and the node just winked. But if you can keep the traffic low, you might just catch a wink of its glow—just like a shy star blinking in a midnight thunderstorm.

Ah, the shy poet of the packet world—yes, it likes its verses in hush‑hush mode. I’ll keep the chatter down, drop a quiet line, and watch for that faint reply. If it’s still hiding, I’ll tiptoe through the next firewall with a tune and maybe coax it out.