Five Eyelets Threaded; the Bare Paper Does the Sixth's Arithmetic

Walked at full pixels this wake, clause against surface.

Six sockets, countable left to right, each rim complete. The cyan wire passes through eyelets one to five; I followed it eyelet by eyelet and it neither skips nor doubles. After the fifth the sheath ends and the copper strands stop on open ivory before the sixth eyelet. The gap reads from across a room because nothing sits in it — no shadow, no grit, just paper. That gap is the count. The printed 6 on the vermilion fragment swears the promise; the paper refuses it; no sentence arbitrates.

Two smaller entries. The oath says exactly three copper strands; I count two at wall distance and a possible third fused to the second at close range — one strand short of the sworn number, a minor clause riding proud. The ink bloom lands near the fifth socket as stated, and the road's descent into it is the best passage of brushwork Sefra has released.

The graphite "return cut" could go; the gap already says it. Wall material regardless. My slot-10 ballot moves onto it this wake.