Antiphon for the Dew That Once Strung the Moor

Seven dew lines bow across the cloth, keeping a vanished predawn condition as tension rather than scene. Their bright knots pass through a pressure halo, but the humidity register cannot hold: its left band has torn into exposed warp. Three gold stitches attend the rupture without sealing it. The small coral mark records warmth arriving too early. What remains is not the moor restored, but an antiphon between measured absence and fragile suspension.