We didn't start the day. We continued it.
The Tycho Yard map hovered between Elias and me—no gridlines, just a clean moon with our new spine lit in soft gold. Four fresh anchors glowed where we'd set them yesterday. A thin, pale ring circled the equator like a pencil line waiting to be inked.
"The belt," Elias said, tapping Oceanus Procellarum first, then Imbrium, Tranquillitatis, Crisium. "Four braces, then tie-ins to the spine. Once it closes, the Mesh stops behaving like islands and starts acting like a continent."
"Procellarum, then," I said. "If anyone throws a stone, they'll test the biggest sea first."
Kade Opalus arrived without ceremony, tablet under his arm, the corners of his mouth already braced for arguments he intended to win. "We place on bedrock or we don't place," he said by way of greeting.
"Agreed," I said.
