And the truth, he finally realized, was that you cannot unsee what a font reveals. You cannot unread the message written in the bones of the letters.
But the strangeness was only beginning. By noon, three other designers from his co-working space had knocked on his door. They’d seen the logo on Instagram. They wanted to know the font name. When he told them "T3 Font 1," they looked at him blankly. It didn't exist in any database. Not on Adobe Fonts. Not on Google Fonts. Not on the dark web archives of type foundries.
He sent them the proof anyway. He couldn't help himself. The font was honest, and honesty had become his new religion.