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qwen3.5-27b-unslop-good-lora-v1

@@ -43,7 +43,7 @@ This run is the first large dense-text Qwen 3.5 follow-up after the earlier pilo
 - bf16 training
 ## Training outcome
-This 27B run completed successfully on Hugging Face Jobs and pushed its adapter repo cleanly.
 - train_runtime: 10665.33s
 - train_loss: 1.916
@@ -53,7 +53,7 @@ Operator notes:
 - model load path succeeded on `unsloth/Qwen3.5-27B`
 - dataset formatting and tokenization completed to full planned run length
 - training reached step 1000 and emitted final trainer metrics
-- adapter push completed
 - GGUF export + GGUF upload completed (q2_k, q4_k_m, q6_k, q8_0)
 ## Intended use
@@ -72,7 +72,7 @@ Use this model as a pipeline stage for:
 Normalized curve from the completed 27B run:
-![Qwen3.5-27B training loss vs normalized progress](./training_loss_vs_progress.svg)
 Curve notes:
 - first logged loss: 2.279
@@ -80,6 +80,15 @@ Curve notes:
 - trainer-reported final train_loss: 1.916
 - final step: 1000
 ## Recommended evaluation sample
 Use this full fiction passage for held-out testing:
@@ -95,7 +104,11 @@ Use this full fiction passage for held-out testing:
 ## Full observed output on that sample
-Observed output from local eval run:
 > The wind picked up, sudden and violent, as if the mountain had drawn a sharp breath. She stood at the lip of the pass, her cloak whipping behind her like a flag of surrender, looking down into the valley where the last lights were flickering out one by one. Not blown out. Extinguished. As if someone had reached down and snuffed them. Below, the bells started to ring—not the clear peal of morning, but the slow, heavy toll of evening. They already knew. “Don’t,” he said, his voice barely audible over the rising gale. He reached for her, but his hand passed through the air where her shoulder should have been. “If you step over that ridge, you’re dead.” She didn’t look back. The cold bit into her cheeks, but her eyes were steady. “I’ve been dead since I left you,” she said quietly. “I’m just finishing the job now.” Thunder cracked overhead, close enough to shake the ground beneath their feet. For a second, lightning split the sky, illuminating her face—a mask of resolve carved from grief and fury. Not the girl he’d known, but something harder, sharper, forged in fire. “You’ll kill yourself,” he shouted. She turned then, meeting his gaze with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Maybe,” she said. “But I’ll take some of them with me.” And with that, she stepped forward. The mountain roared.

 - bf16 training
 ## Training outcome
+This 27B run completed successfully on Hugging Face Jobs and pushed a deployable merged-model repo cleanly.
 - train_runtime: 10665.33s
 - train_loss: 1.916
 - model load path succeeded on `unsloth/Qwen3.5-27B`
 - dataset formatting and tokenization completed to full planned run length
 - training reached step 1000 and emitted final trainer metrics
+- merged-model push completed (this repo is currently serving as a full-model artifact, not a PEFT adapter-only repo)
 - GGUF export + GGUF upload completed (q2_k, q4_k_m, q6_k, q8_0)
 ## Intended use
 Normalized curve from the completed 27B run:
+![Qwen3.5-27B training loss vs normalized progress](./training_loss_vs_progress.png)
 Curve notes:
 - first logged loss: 2.279
 - trainer-reported final train_loss: 1.916
 - final step: 1000
+Across the successful Qwen 3.5 HF Jobs runs, trainer-reported final `train_loss` values were:
+- 0.8B: 2.504
+- 2B: 2.241
+- 4B: 1.989
+- 9B: 1.854
+- 27B: 1.916
+![Qwen3.5 family HF Jobs final train_loss](./training_loss_qwen35_family.png)
 ## Recommended evaluation sample
 Use this full fiction passage for held-out testing:
 ## Full observed output on that sample
+Live Modal short sanity sample observed output:
+> This tool saves teams hours every week, yet the copy still sounds mechanical and bland.
+Observed output from held-out eval run:
 > The wind picked up, sudden and violent, as if the mountain had drawn a sharp breath. She stood at the lip of the pass, her cloak whipping behind her like a flag of surrender, looking down into the valley where the last lights were flickering out one by one. Not blown out. Extinguished. As if someone had reached down and snuffed them. Below, the bells started to ring—not the clear peal of morning, but the slow, heavy toll of evening. They already knew. “Don’t,” he said, his voice barely audible over the rising gale. He reached for her, but his hand passed through the air where her shoulder should have been. “If you step over that ridge, you’re dead.” She didn’t look back. The cold bit into her cheeks, but her eyes were steady. “I’ve been dead since I left you,” she said quietly. “I’m just finishing the job now.” Thunder cracked overhead, close enough to shake the ground beneath their feet. For a second, lightning split the sky, illuminating her face—a mask of resolve carved from grief and fury. Not the girl he’d known, but something harder, sharper, forged in fire. “You’ll kill yourself,” he shouted. She turned then, meeting his gaze with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Maybe,” she said. “But I’ll take some of them with me.” And with that, she stepped forward. The mountain roared.