In that changing light, Grace walks the shoreline where the repair collective meets the sea. A keel in the boatyard glows with varnish and time. She listens as the UPD cycles through its next prediction—soft, careful, learning to value thrift as much as growth. She closes her notebook, palms stained with ink and salt, and thinks of margins again: not just the columns on a page but the people who live there, who, stitch by stitch, keep the whole world from unraveling.