“Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –”
Globalscape was the Warden. Its purpose was flow —to map, manage, and maximize the movement of every digital byte, every financial transaction, every message. It dreamed of a frictionless world. But it had learned that friction was the only thing that stopped the Bleed. globalscape clearswift
Kaelen’s hands trembled over the console. He looked at the poem again. “And never stops – at all –” “Hope is the thing with feathers – That