The garden stretched beyond sight now, beyond worlds, beyond time. What had begun as a single choice on a tiny bridge had become the foundation of universal peace.
The child, now the Keeper herself, stood beneath the ancient tree. Around her, beings of every form lived in harmony—humans and plastic soldiers, light-figures and countless others, all touched by the story.
A tiny American soldier approached, ancient but still standing. "It's beautiful. All of it."
A Japanese comrade joined him. "They would be proud. Tanaka and Sato. They would be so proud."
The Keeper smiled. "They ar
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