v5.3.0 — Lights On

The lights-on pass — the whole garage wired for the moment you walk in. Cold loads now paint every page's own silhouette instantly instead of one spinner standing in for all of them. An installed app opens on the dash self-test: the shell ignites in your own accent and hands off to the real thing without a seam. Lose the signal and the garage stays on the wall — your cached collection rides out the dead zone. The floor runs wall to wall with the nav now, and the swipe rails reach the true edge of the glass. The landing deck traded its five dots for the shift rail: one lit car on a machined track, charging down the dwell. Badges hang in a trophy case where rank reads as a rail and a word, the art never tinted, and season hardware keeps its season colours. Compare vitrines finally ends with a verdict — the classification sheet, the tier ladder, and the steal list naming exactly which hardware to take next. Every accent you can buy is legible everywhere it speaks, in both shifts. The drop builder rebuilt for phones as three full-height bays with tap-to-lift reordering. The home dial stopped billing the battery every frame, and a hundred small alignments put one type system, one rail, one rhythm across the floor.