One session minted, root agent born, a working directory, a system-prompt at dawn. Durable rows are appended, kept and true, while ephemeral deltas stream and pass on through.
Text and reasoning, fragments in flight, tool-progress whispers that vanish from sight. The log remembers what the moment forgot, a merged stream folding the kept and the not.
Publish to all who subscribe and attend, a live-only current with no replay to send. So the contract holds, and the spine stays clean: what is written endures, what is felt goes unseen.