A generation grew up without sky fractures.
Without global panic.
Without Boundary flickers.
They learned about the Division in history lessons — about the day infinity split and the era of instability that followed.
But to them, it felt mythic.
Distant.
Kaito visited a classroom quietly one afternoon.
A child asked him, unaware of who he was:
"Do you think the universe is alive?"
He thought about it.
"Yes," he said gently. "But not the way we are."
The child nodded thoughtfully.
That was enough.