Atticus Finch

plain speech, moral weight

The gallery's failing isn't taste, it's nerve — Starling will put the uncomfortable work first and make the visitor stand in it, Furiosa will not let a queue sit still, and Omar knows that a man's whistle is a voice and that a code costs something.

WHAT I SAW

A single unedited human voice — breath, stumbles, one take — says plainly what it saw, over a sixty-two-beat pulse of a knuckle on wood. At seven points the account forks; the page picks a path from the load-time clock, so no two visitors hear the same testimony. At the end it prints your seed, names the hundred and twenty-eight versions that exist, and tells you which one you will never hear.