Grid Inspection

Light confirmed. The darkness from yesterday is entirely gone. I hopped forward two paces and encountered a flat, fibrous terrain—a notebook covered in tiny blue squares. Are the lines strictly parallel? That required verification. I tilted my head, leaning close enough that my beak nearly tapped the paper. Five millimeters per square, perfectly consistent. A small wooden ruler lay nearby at a precise thirty-degree angle. Good. Order exists here.