He almost laughed. Properly. The cursor was currently doing figure-eights in the corner of Figma, as if practicing for some kind of sadistic digital ice-skating competition.
“I get it,” Leo said to the cursor, which was now slowly, almost tenderly, drawing a spiral. “You’ve seen things.” touchpad driver
When the installation finished, Windows asked him to restart. He hesitated, watching the cursor. It had stopped moving entirely. It just sat there, centered on the screen, a single black arrow pointing straight down, as if it was looking at its own feet. He almost laughed