A map to a place that no longer exists. A bakery turned into a bank; a childhood home now painted a color you don’t recognize. The coordinates are precise, but the destination is gone.

We spend our lives refreshing the page, hoping the next set of results will finally tell us who we are. But the screen only reflects the person staring into it.

A photograph from a forgotten social media profile. You are laughing in a blurry frame, eyes bright with a version of happiness you can’t quite reconstruct.

The cursor blinks—a digital heartbeat in the dark. You typed a name you haven’t spoken in a decade, a question with no easy answer, or perhaps just a string of nonsense to see if the void would blink back. Then, the header appears:

A "Page Not Found" error. The 404 of the soul. The things we lose to broken links and expired domains—the poetry we didn't save, the emails we never sent.