When morning light spilled over Mara’s monitor, she found the view and the output of a simple SELECT: traveler names followed by a neat arrowed route. She blinked, smiled, and for a moment imagined the people behind the rows. She ran another query to compute distances between successive points; Atlas supplied neat Haversine formulas and an index hint to speed them up. Mara laughed out loud—at the code, at the precision, at the absurdity of a database that seemed intent on storytelling.