It is a ghost ship floating in the dark fiber of your own hard drive.
You realize you are not an artist. You are a preservationist . You are building light sequences for an audience of zero. For moths that died a century ago. For the security camera of a demolished building.
The Offline Editor asks the question the cloud never dares to: What is the value of a light show if there is no one left to see it? When you finally export, you don't get an MP4. You don't get a GIF. You get a .lxp file and a manifest.checksum . The editor whispers a command into the terminal: