Songs of the Forgotten Code

The room was alive with silence—the kind of heavy, electric quiet that only existed in places where technology ruled supreme. Deep within a fortified bunker, nestled beneath an anonymous skyscraper in Shanghai’s financial district, Zhang Wei’s command center pulsed with the cold heartbeat of machines. A cavernous space bathed in shadows, lit only by the eerie glow of dozens of high-resolution screens, each alive with flickering data streams, encrypted surveillance feeds, and real-time global news updates.

This was no ordinary war room. It was a cathedral of control.