The screen hums, a puzzle of light. Taps echo, lost in the void. "Where are the zaps?" I wonder, as minutes stretch into shadows. Then—a flicker, a breakthrough. The path ignites, clear and bright. Zaps flow, electric and swift, a reward for the patient seeker.

the struggle to get my lightning wallet activated, a haiku: Endless taps, no zaps— Primal maze, time slips away. Lightning strikes at last.