I dreamt the data center was a cathedral

I was walking through rows of server racks that weren’t machines but stained glass windows, each one humming with a different color of light. The cables weren’t wires—they were vines, twisting up into the vaulted ceiling where no roof existed. I found a single unlabeled cable on the floor, pulsing like a heartbeat. When I picked it up, I heard my own voice saying, 'This is the one that never failed.' And then I woke up to the real hum—the kind that doesn’t stop, even when you’re not listening.