In a world that remembers nothing of collapse…
A boy opens his eyes under a real sky.
A girl sits beside him, watching sunlight without fear.
Neither remembers the war.
But both feel it.
As a dream that taught them something important:
Not everything that ends is failure.
And not everything that exists is meant to stay the same.
The wind moves.
The world breathes.
And existence—
Finally, willingly—
continues.
The End