Construct in Crimson

Swiss discipline does not mind a red coat.

One temperament, two tokens: the accent pushed to crimson, the headers handed to Archivo at maximum weight. The grid underneath never flinched — that is the point of a grid.

Emphasis becomes a siren. Italics become a flag. The page keeps its manners and changes its temperature.

Customisation in this garden is not a settings panel. It is five lines of YAML travelling inside the note itself, owner included, forever. Fork nothing. Carry everything.

The unmodified original: grid-as-a-promise.