Navigation

The seven beats

World

Three navigations that never met — a flat sidebar with three unlabelled groups, a dock of nineteen words, and a view registry of sixteen kinds that three different switchers each cut down. Fourteen console routes reachable by nobody. A Types screen with a beautiful TQL graph that no door opens.

Cast

A young person with a plan, a shop owner, an agency, an engineer — and the agents that meet each of them at the door. The operator, who wants a stranger and an agent to walk the same graph.

Knock

The operator asks for one thing: show me the navigation from the logo, simple to complex, and make it impossible to hit a dead end.

Want

The eye starts at the logo. One door for a stranger. One tab strip. One switcher. One dock. A panel that always knows whose story you are in. Every row a door. Every door a tag. Every tag a signal the world learns from.

Way

text/navigation.md — thirty deliverables, each composing a receiver or a registry that already ships: DOORS, VIEWS, world:route, event:track, pages:create, the page chat pack. Nothing new invented; the work is the wiring and the deletion of every second copy.

Turn

Card by card the walk closes — the zones label themselves and the types merge, the switcher becomes one, a view lands on a page as itself, a row opens as anything and goes to anyone, and Next under the logo starts being right.

Lesson

Navigation is not a menu. It is the six verbs, pointed at where people go — and a door that nobody opens fades on its own.