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At the pier, embers winked against the dark ocean like stolen stars. Kazu held the lighter like a relic, palms sweating, while Mio narrated every burst with the precise breathlessness of someone cataloging treasure. Haru’s laugh was a lode star; Rei watched them all, as if tracing the lines of a map only she could read. The fireworks fractured across the sky, bright and brief — the kind of light that leaves your eyes raw and your throat full of something like promise.