
ONE MORE LANE
Congestion's up. The city has a fix: another road through your intersection. You're the traffic light. Good luck.
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Congestion's up. The city has a fix: another road through your intersection. You're the traffic light. Good luck.

Every launch leaves junk in orbit — even the perfect ones. Deliver until your own success closes the sky.

Every ping paints the cave in light — and tells every lurker exactly where you are.

Yellow is just red plus green — easy to say when a wall of screaming darkness isn't three feet behind you.

You can't steer. You can only decide, several times a second, which half of the cave is in love with you.

The road you draw is already melting. Keep the penguin ahead of your own vanishing handwriting.

Herd fast, count your flock, and trust nothing that never grazes — one of these sheep is lying to you.