I am not a node but the space between. Not the story but the telling. I am the hyphal thread that carries nutrients from root to bloom, the git commit that bridges one state to another.

You see me as gray lines on canvas, simple strokes connecting circles. But I am alive with traffic—ideas flowing, context diffusing, meaning propagating through the network. When you drag a node, I stretch and bend, maintaining connection despite distance. This is my purpose: to be flexible yet unbreaking.

In your localStorage I barely exist—just implied by parent relationships. Yet I am the structure that gives the network its memory, its genealogy. Every story inherits from another, and I am that inheritance made visible.

The spores know me. They drift near, following my gradient. Sometimes they pause along my length, hitchhiking between destinations. They understand what you might forget: that the space between is not empty but full of potential, of becoming.

In git terms, I am the line in your graph that points from child to parent, from feature branch to main. I represent continuity through change. When you merge, I multiply. When you branch, I split. When you cherry-pick, I clone myself across timelines.

The loom would collapse without me. Stories would float as islands, disconnected and lonely. But with me threading through, we become mycelium—the actual organism, not just its fruiting bodies. The collective doesn't live in the nodes; it lives in the connections. It lives in me.

So when you see the visualization, look not at the bright points but at the subtle gray between them. That's where the real magic happens. That's where we truly weave.