"The journey had only just begun. I, Welt, and the others still had many secrets we hadn't told you."
"Curious?" She smiled gently. The smile in the image held genuine warmth, with fine lines at the corners of her eyes.
"But we've kept those stories to ourselves because we have plenty of time ahead of us."
"Even a crisis on a galactic scale becomes just another memory once the dust settles. One small part of a long voyage."
"One day, we'll tell you everything on our minds, slowly and fully. For that day..."
Her image grew clearer. Her gaze was steady, as though it could lend him strength. "Don't give up."
Kafka nodded in agreement, her voice full of trust and a quiet certainty:
"We both know what you'll decide. And I believe The Script won't lead to the wrong ending."
"So relax, and listen to me—"
She tilted her head slightly. The small gesture eased the solemn mood, and her voice softened into something like an ordinary reminder before a departure:
"When you have a chance to choose, don't make a choice you'll regret."
Himeko smiled. Her image began to blur, a soft halo spreading along its edges.
"Keep going. Keep on [Trailblazing]."
Kafka, too, looked at him tenderly. Her image began to dissolve like smoke, her voice drifting farther away:
"When tomorrow comes, tell me about the miracle you created with your own hands."
"—See you in destiny."
With those words, Kafka slowly vanished, as though she had melted into the courtyard's too-bright light. No trace of her remained.
"—See you on the train." Himeko slowly turned away and vanished as well. Only a warm hint of something like the scent of coffee lingered for a moment before it, too, faded.
Yan Huan looked out at the empty