The myth ends daily, not in a grand revelation but in a mundane accounting: footprints swept away, maps re-folded, the ledger’s newest entry erased with rain. Dawn is an auditor who returns reality to its ledgerless state. Yet the traces persist in small ways—an exchanged thermos warming a child’s hand at noon, a landlord who remembers kindness and returns it, a watch wound and given back.
It is called .