But somehow, that uncertainty no longer felt lonely. It felt like one of the quiet truths that made every human encounter both mysterious and precious.… The first shell burst over the river at precisely 7:30 p.m., expanding into a chrysanthemum of white sparks before fading into smoke that drifted slowly in the humid August air. The audience applauded almost automatically. Smartphones rose in unison, their image stabilization algorithms quietly compensating for trembling hands while computational photography stitched together multiple exposures into pictures brighter than what the eye itself could capture. Naoki smiled despite himself. Five years had passed since the pandemic had overturned his life. The small precision-parts factory where he had spent nearly a decade had never reopened after global supply chains fractured and orders evaporated. Since then he had delivered groceries, worked warehouse shifts directed by wearable scan...