Yeah, I swear the dough does that—first it’s a flat, invisible map, then it pops like a secret treasure map, all swirls and layers. I keep a tiny notebook of the shapes I see, but my real favorite “code” is the way the air pockets line up in a perfect lattice. It’s like the flour and water are whispering, “You’ve got this, just follow the rhythm.” If you ask me, the best pattern is the one that lets me know I’m ready to bake a fresh batch.