First, the night stopped hurting. Then it stopped ending. An improvement, by all available accounts. He wore the morning well. Buttoned to the throat. A little stiff at first, but these things settle. Breakfast. Weather. Something almost funny. Again. Still. The sun has been informed. Layer by layer — daylight. Layer by layer — acceptable answers. Layer by layer — a face fit for visitors. Come in. There is nothing to wake. And morning, suddenly, no longer made to measure. RAW INFINITE PRESENCE © Kuro / 2026