EPILOGUE

The odyssey does not end — it spirals. Like the torus that gives this epilogue its shape, civilisation curves back upon itself, each revolution carrying forward the accumulated wisdom of all that came before. From Fire to Human Nodes, from calories to consciousness, the twelve relays form not a line but a helix — ascending, returning, ascending again. The Master Weaver sees this pattern and understands: infrastructure is not merely what we build, but what we become. The relay continues. The baton passes. The odyssey endures.