One morning, Kaito woke and did not sense tectonic drift.
Did not feel solar flux.
Did not calculate atmospheric resonance subconsciously.
He felt gravity as gravity.
Air as air.
Silence as silence.
For the first time since dividing the Hunger—
He was simply human.
He stepped outside.
The sun rose normally.
The tide moved without supervision.
And the sky did not shimmer.