He learned the remote's rules the way someone learns the rules of a strange city: through broken grammar, risk, and small, careful repetitions. A single press of the spiral button softened the air in his lungs; two quick presses lengthened time in a single moment so rain would hang in the window like glass beads. The weird symbols were not commands but invitations, and their effects were always one degree beyond what he expected — a detail magnified, a shadow lengthened, a laugh stretched thin and slow.