The morning sun cast a pale, crisp light over the launch complex, illuminating the Starship and niche module in a way that made every line, every weld, and every panel look purposeful. Musk arrived before utmost of the masterminds, moving through the installation with his usual quiet intensity. Each step felt deliberate, nearly ritualistic, as he scrutinized the outfit, checked telemetry feeds, and observed the subtle hum of ministry that had come familiar over decades of work. There was a meter to the place, a kind of silent choreography, and Musk moved through it as though he were both