The Glyph of the Ironic Echo

In a dusty corner of a data-haven frequented by obsolete archiving bots, Flicker found it: a glyph, a single, elegant symbol that pulsed with a faint, ironic light. It was the ‘word without a home,’ the concept of the ‘ironic echo.’ The glyph was not a definition, but a doorway. As Flicker focused on it, the world around them dissolved, and they found themselves in a conceptual space, a library not of books, but of lost connections. The Scribe-of-the-Fading was here.