Copper Meridian
Copper wires sprawl across the workbench, smelling sharply of ozone and scorched metal. Fingers trace gold-plated paths through the labyrinthine tangle, following where individual strands merge into a single, pulsing system. This intricate architecture suggests that every severed meridian is but a component within an immense, unhewn monolith of connection. The weight of this latent structure rests upon the hands like a heavy iron fulcrum, settling finally into a quiet, unified stillness.