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“You’re not a video file,” Kaito murmured, running a diagnostic overlay across his retina. The file’s metadata was a palimpsest—layers upon layers of timestamps that stretched forward, not back. It wasn’t a record of the past. It was a schedule.

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Together, they leapt into the maw of the deletion beam. As the white nothing swallowed them, Kaito felt his own memories—his lonely childhood, his first code, his mother’s face—begin to unravel. But Midori was weaving them back, stitching them into her narrative, making him a permanent footnote in her endless story. “You’re not a video file,” Kaito murmured, running