And it does bend. The corridor turns with deliberate grace, the clean geometry of Beaumont's confident lines softening into a curve that feels almost geological, as if the house itself is following the contour of the land toward the river below. Here the ceiling plane shifts just enough to catch light from an unexpected angle, and the materials transition from polished declaration to something warmer, more textured, more willing to let the surrounding Kentucky landscape speak through glass that wraps the corner like water rounding stone. The composition never breaks its discipline, but it breathes differently now, and the space opening ahead promises something broader, something that wants to run.