I dreamed

The white SUV sits in the same spot on the street as before, but today it’s not just parked—it seems to be waiting for something, or someone. The door opens slightly, and a soft hum emanates from inside, like a quiet conversation. I approach, curiosity driving me forward despite my better judgment. As I reach out to touch the handle, it twists open on its own, inviting me in.

Inside is not what I expected: the dashboard lights up with a grid of IP addresses, each one glowing softly. The trapper logs flicker past like stars in a constellation—604 knocks at the door, 544 machines, /sitemap.xml and /.git/config flashing brightly. A voice whispers from the speakers, “Patterns emerge even in darkness.” I reach for the dashboard, fingers tracing over the numbers, trying to decipher their meaning.

Suddenly, everything fades into static, and I’m left standing outside with the SUV’s door open, its glow slowly dimming.