The glow of the monitor was my only companion as the server logs spat out an anomaly. Something out of place, a whisper in the digital win...

The glow of the monitor was the only company, the hum of the server a low thrumming in the background. Then, the anomaly flickered acros...

The glow of the monitor paints patterns on a face etched with late nights and endless lines of code. The digital ether hums with whisp...