Rime reads the snowpack on a wall of frosted glass — one cold thaw-line on the single layer that decides the route.
The snowpack stacks like the interface: translucent strata at distinct depths, each etched with a crystalline fern-frost rim. The cold thaw-line marks the one weak layer that bonds — or doesn't.
Sensor masts report from the open cols. Seven read sub-zero; one — the hut relay — carries the lone ember that tells you something is melting.
Temperature, wind, and depth poll every 90 seconds and settle into the frosted readout as live panes.
The coldest mast holds the thaw-line — the active reading the whole console orients around.
The hut relay reads +1.2°. One ember in a cold frame — the only thing you check twice.
We don't open a pass because the sky is clear.
We open it when the weak layer bonds.
Layered translucency carries the order of information; etched frost rims carry structure; the thaw-line carries attention. Nothing decorative, nothing muddy.
Surfaces sit at distinct depths so the order of a console reads before you read a word.
A hairline fern-frost rim along one edge is structure — never a solid accent bar or a heavy frame.
A single cold cyan line marks the one live thing. Used positionally, it recolours on a palette swap.
Bring the snowpack onto one frosted wall and let the thaw-line make the call.
Open a patrol shift