本は、ひとつの道だけを進む必要はありません。 すべての可能性を書こう。

The rain remembered every name but hers.

By morning, the map had redrawn itself. Rivers ran through streets that had never known water, and at the edge of the paper a new coast waited in violet ink.

Lea Mara held the page toward the window. Somewhere beyond the glass, the city was changing to match it.