Traffic lights, icons of rigid command, soften into bedside singers, crooning to the very cars that ignore their authority. The image upends the power dynamic: the enforcers trade stern red glare for a lullaby, while the rule-breakers roar past wide-awake. By merging mechanical objects with a tender human ritual, the line sparks benign incongruity—our social brain can almost hear the gentle hum over engine noise—and then withholds resolution. Do the lullabies soothe the rebels or serenade their defiance? The question hangs, fueling the information gap that keeps the sentence echoing after the scroll. It’s pure Decentralised Logic: control turns coaxing, obedience drifts off, and meaning idles at the crossroads with the light still softly singing.