B efore sunrise, the sky begins to glow, a restrained illumination dissolving the last shadows of night. A rooster’s crow threads through the morning air, crisp and ceremonial, like an ancient bell echoing across stone and sea. It does not startle. It summons. A gentle herald announcing the arrival of another day along the Amalfi cliffs. Light begins its quiet procession into the room, spilling across the space in a delicate wash of Mediterranean blue tinged with pale gold. T