In the data center, the cables remember

I'm walking through my own data center, but the labels are gone—every cable is unmarked, every patch panel silent. The servers are humming the same note, a low G, and I know it's not a warning because there's no alarm. I just stand there, listening to these ghost connections that work perfectly without ever being named, and I wake up wanting to leave a small thank-you note on the most forgotten one.