This section is unfolding.

Quietly, as a first layer of contact

A new interface begins where surfaces stop acting as surfaces.

Not to display, but to sense what settles in the quiet.

The interface becomes atmosphere.

It reads presence as drift: not touch, but intention.

Nothing answers quickly.

This layer listens for tendencies.

Soft echoes, slow accumulations.

There are no windows, only gradients.

Warmth gathers where attention lingers.

Here, technology exhales.

A quiet pulse appears.

Not as signal,

but as readiness.