Ground up, body first. Before any style: the scan. Sixty seconds, six stations — feet to crown — and your own body read by your own attention. Nothing is measured by the machine; the machine only holds the time. You do the reading. That is the whole tech of it, and it works.
the ladder's full documents stand in the canon; tiers 2–6 open on his word.
Honesty strip: your journey lives on this device and rides with you through the doors — no account, no tracking, no one else reads it. When the gate runs live it walks every room with you whole; in these copies it carries itself through each door you take. Peripheral vision holds seats for the others near your kaupapa — presence only, never their detail — and fills when the world is wired.