This speck of dust carried every memory of the Omni-Dimension from its first birth to its return to truth, carried the feelings and bonds of all living beings, yet it was so light it seemed not to exist, so small it was like a particle of The Void. No living being deliberately paid attention to it, no power deliberately touched it. It simply lay quietly on the bluestone, moistened by morning dew, stirred by the evening breeze, following nature.
Boruto happened to pass through the square. His fingertips brushed the bluestone by chance and touched that grain of Thought Dust, and a gentle ripple rose in his heart. He did not pick it up or probe it. He only smiled softly, then turned and left. He knew this grain of Thought Dust was the epitome of all the Omni-Dimension's stories, yet it did not need to be remembered or enshrined. To exist in peace was its best destination.
As Sarada sorted the final volume of classics in the Omni-Dimensional Cultural Exchange Center, a faint glimmer of Thought Dust slipped from between the pages and gently landed on her fingertip. She did not disturb it. She only closed the book, sealing away all the stories of the past, understanding in her heart that those legends and bonds had long since merged into the flesh and blood of living beings and no longer needed to be recorded in words.
Mitsuki sat at the top of the Tower of the Gap Net. The Gap Net had long since become one with the Omni-Dimension, and the memory Light Flowers had also returned to nature. Only a trace of Thought Dust's aura lingered softly around her. She did not gather it or record it. She simply let the aura drift away, letting all memories become