Elara sat in the dark, her heart a hammer. The Confluence was silent again. Clean. Tidy.
The third click: the exact sensation of her fourth birthday cake—not the description, but the temperature of the frosting, the frequency of the candlelight flicker. confluence click to expand
Each expansion was a rabbit hole. The node grew branches. The branches grew leaves. Every leaf was a "Click to expand." She stopped counting after two hundred. Elara sat in the dark, her heart a hammer
Beneath it, the final link: