"Who are you?" he typed.
But every night, just before sleep, his monitor flickers once. And in that instant, just below the taskbar, he sees it: a rounded rectangle of dark glass. Empty. Waiting. rainmeter search bar skin
He tried again: "My next meeting."
It was called , a simple search bar. A single, rounded rectangle of dark glass, floating just above the taskbar. No buttons, no frills. Just a blinking, silver cursor waiting in silence. "Who are you
The response came not as text, but as a slow ripple across the glass bar, like a stone dropped into oil. just before sleep