The final resource, #2,676, was not a link. It was a prompt, a simple blinking cursor beneath a single line of text:

Elias looked at the mountain of data he’d gathered, then at the empty suitcase on his bed. He realized the resources weren't there to tell him what to do; they were there to exhaust his excuses. He closed the laptop.

The story didn't end with a click. It started with him walking to the door.