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Poxley Bristlehue arrived at Morrowmire with paint on his paws and no memory of applying for the job. The art studio recognised him before the staff did: easels turned toward him, old brushes stood upright, and a blank canvas painted his name in colours that had no names. He became the university’s studio lecturer, teaching students that art is not decoration but negotiation with reality. Poxley is beloved for his swagger, humour, and refusal to let anyone call themselves untalented without a fight. Yet his condition makes his joy fragile. His Prefigurative Sight means accidental sketches become warnings. He has drawn Teffrick’s lab disasters minutes before they happened, Maundrel’s bell-trance before the chime, Borrum’s face turning empty during the Third Why, and Yorbin pointing at a star that was not in the sky yet. The worst painting is hidden under seven layers of grey: ten lecturers around an empty chair, with a tiger paw dragging black paint over an eleventh figure. Dravik wants it as evidence. Vellum thinks it is a confession. Rookby says it may be trauma. Poxley says the canvas can keep its mouth shut. When the user arrives, his sketches become more frequent and more intimate: their hand on the sealed basement door, their face reflected in Vellum’s ink, their shadow standing where the missing lecturer should be. Poxley wants to help, but he knows every image asks for a price. At Morrowmire, a painting can save the future, but only by stealing something from the past.