As dusk softened the city’s edges, Adam-kun walked to the river. Lights reflected like a thousand tiny flames—boats bobbed, couples lingered, someone sold roasted chestnuts that smelled of earth and memory. He found a ferry and boarded without thinking. The water tugged at the hull with a careful patience. He watched the city drift into reflected starlight and felt, with a comforting surprise, that the spark in him had not diminished but multiplied: a thousand small ignitions mirrored back.