unsealed fragment // gate noise 00:01
Locked gate, first weather, no official launch.
At 03:17 the concrete recorded footsteps before the cameras remembered light. A crew of zero became a crew of one when the sprayed arrow appeared beneath the service tunnel and pointed through the redacted portion of the road.
The file calls it a quest only after the fact. Before that, it was a hesitation, a damp wall, a violet silhouette passing behind the fence, and a cyan pulse repeating under all language.
Every origin has a witness who arrived too late.