A quiet line of code, renamed and retooled: cidfontf1 through f6 — small labels, big intent. They marched in serif and sans, in pixels and paths, each glyph a tiny worker shifting to new metrics.

Updated: a soft command that rearranged the map. Kerning eased between old rivals; weights found new balance; spacing breathed; fallback chains re-ordered for swifter rescue. Where once a character stumbled, now a clean outline stood.

Still, beneath the surface, the numbers remained: f1…f6, an understated arsenal, updated and ready, so future text could travel farther, truer, and cleaner.