Misha looked at Clock Kid before him and said earnestly:
"I'll leave this little bit of power with you, and I hope you'll share it with more people..."
"This is the Clockwork Trick, the will known as the Trailblaze."
He smiled faintly and slowly settled into the lounge chair beneath the quiet moonlight.
"The hands of a clock go round and round, just like people's doubts, troubles, and weaknesses... always wavering."
"But in the end, people must keep moving forward."
"Just like your hands, always pointing ahead."
Holding his hat, Misha slowly closed his eyes in the lounge chair.
Looking at the old man who had stopped breathing, Himeko gently took the hat from his arms and handed it to Yan Huan.
The old man's voice echoed through the garden.
"My journey ends here."
"From now on... the road is yours."
Back to the present.
The Penacony dreamscape, the Road to Stardom.
On the lavish stage, Clock Kid sprang out and took his place beside the Express Crew, ready to face Sunday.
Himeko slowly drew her weapon as well.
"To Trailblaze is to follow the path our predecessors could not finish and go farther still..."
Firefly, March 7th, Himeko, Clock Kid, and Yan Huan all watched Sunday at the center of the stage.
Himeko said gravely:
"The Penacony of Mikhail's dreams... will never belong to Order."
In an instant, a mysterious presence swept across the Road to Stardom.
The image of an Aeon appeared in all their minds at once.
Sunday saw it too, of course.
It was an Aeon he should have known well.
"To think Harmony's Xipe would cast a glance at Penacony at a time like this..." Sunday's gaze grew solemn.
"Did the legacy of the Trailblaze resonate with Her?"
"Or was your unity enough