replicate. Here the skylight bath opens overhead like a second sky, pouring Kentucky morning through glass and onto surfaces that hold light the way the limestone bluffs along the river hold warmth—slowly, generously, without apology. The operational rhythm of the remote headquarters shifts register in this room, trading the focused hum of screen and strategy for the elemental dialogue between water, steam, and that rectangle of blue above, reminding you that every great command center needs a decompression chamber calibrated to the body rather than the mind. Hand-set tile catches the descending light and fractures it into soft geometries across the bath's envelope, and as your eye follows those patterns toward the window where green canopy presses close, you begin to sense that the next room will carry this same intentional stillness forward into something