The concert began. Notes spilled into the night: minor keys, sudden hushes, and a soprano line that wept on a single held pitch. The game’s sprites gathered in a tableau of grief: a queen removing her crown, a jester dropping his mask, a crowd that remembered all at once. Outside the screen, Kaito felt the air charge; his speakers hummed as if vibrating with another layer of sound. Names, long deleted from codices, reappeared in the margins of the save file. The chat logs updated, milliseconds later: "We’re whole again."