$ zui /where

$ zui /who

> You are standing in the hallway of a house that forgot it has doors. The zui is the handle. Turn it.

The screen went white. Not the white of text, but the white of absolute zero. The white of a new page. The terminal’s hum became a roar, then a whisper, then a voice—my father’s voice, young and alive, speaking words I’d never heard him say.