One hand moved early; the whisper went wide.
Aydin heard “carry,” though “steady” had been tried.
Kaydence stopped with the frame half raised;
Aleea showed where the first cue had changed.

At Moss-Log Stage, all three remained.
The window changed jobs whenever hands changed.
Kaydence framed one patch of ground;
Aydin held it low to catch a sound.

Aleea stepped a curved line clear,
Heel beside toe through the moss-edge near.
Kaydence followed, brushing each mark away;
The path existed only during the play.

Pass, place, pause—the whisper returned.
Each hand took one job; each job then turned.
Aydin carried the window beside the log;
Aleea cleared the final print with her foot.

Only the window reached Butterfly Station.
It caught one wing-soft vibration.
Then it came back to Moss-Log Stage,
With no copied map and no route on a page.

They set the exciting final job in view:
Three pale tabs and a blue thread loop.
Kaydence reached first—then stopped her hand.
The beginning mistake helped them understand.

Aydin had carried and Aleea had drawn;
Kaydence had framed what was here and gone.
But no one had guarded the opening cue
So every next person would know what to do.

Kaydence turned the window toward Aleea.
Aydin placed the blue loop beside her.
Aleea tapped once where the first pass began:
Path-keeper became the new job in the plan.

They did not finish the three-tab display.
Aleea covered the start mark for another day.
One open palm, one window set low—
The visible repair was the role made to show.