An electronic cabinet stands open in the dark. Cables run through it like roots; green circuit boards rise like an altarpiece. Something is still switched on.
The air around the machine is ionized: cold metal, dust, polymer warmed by current. At the center, myrrh is burning. The smoke is drawn in through the fans and settles on copper, silicon and tin.
Ancient resin and infrastructure stop belonging to different ages. Cable and root both carry energy; incense and electricity both make an invisible presence perceptible.
The circuit becomes a sigil; the server, a reliquary.
