["Family, who gets it? I'm seriously getting goosebumps."]
["This part feels… so romantic!"]
["What the heck, why am I tearing up late at night?"]
["No wonder the Nameless have such a great reputation. Trailblaze is such a romantic Path, but it's a pity Akivili fell."]
["Did you notice? Mikhail's entire life was filled with people asking him, 'Where are you going?'"]
— —
The screen gradually lost its light.
Lines of text slowly emerged.
The old man's voice resounded again, paired with subtitles, gently narrating his final letter.
"To the Nameless of the future:
I've been waiting for you, future Nameless.
Though I don't know where you come from, what you look like, or your name… for now, allow me to call you 'Trailblazer.'
You must already know who I am—a mere mechanic of the Astral Express, a mediocre apprentice, a pitiful old man who toiled his whole life.
I embarked on the journey of 'Trailblaze' to learn about life itself and everything related to it.
But the more I learned, the more confusion and troubles piled up.
I thought I could learn how to live better, but what I learned was how to face the inevitable end with dignity—'Nihility.'
Whether to fight it or accept it, people always find answers, but those answers don't belong to 'Trailblaze.'
However, I think this question is too profound. Even Akivili himself might not have been able to provide the singular answer exclusive to 'Trailblaze.'
But as Nameless—as humans—we have the right to think. We have the right to act. We have the right to define our own endings.
We have the right to move forward. On the path to our ending, there's so much a person can do, and the meaning of that ending will take on entirely different significance because of it.
A Nameless does not linger in fleeting dreams, nor do they abandon their inherent rights because of pain or hardship.
Do you remember the question I left in the invitation, Trailblazer: 'Why does life fall into dormancy?'
'People sleep so that they may ultimately awaken from the dream'—this is the answer a frail, old Nameless arrived at after a lifetime of searching."
["Before this, I was holding it together, but this letter broke me. It reminds me of Assassin's Creed Revelations, that dialogue spanning a millennium."]
["I thought of that scene too. It's truly shocking!"]
— —
"We've reached the Reverie. So, where to next?" Clockie looked up at Misha.
Misha smiled faintly. "I've already gone far enough. It's time… to rest a little…"
With that, he stepped up the stairs, one by one.
"Oh, so after you rest, we'll set off again?"
"No, I'll probably stay here. And then… it'll be over."
"Over? Misha, what does that mean? You said the journey of 'Trailblaze' would never end."
"Yes, I did say that…" Misha arrived at a blue chair. "So now, it's up to you to decide your next stop."
"My next stop? Where would that be? I've always just followed you…" Clockie looked into Misha's eyes, which held an expression they'd never seen before.
"Misha? What's wrong? You're acting so strange today! If you're unhappy, we can do what we always do—perform the 'Clock Trick'!"
"No need. I'm not unhappy. As for the 'Clock Trick'… yes, in this dream, it seems to solve every problem. So, do you know what the 'Clock Trick' really is?"
"What is it? I don't know."
Misha spoke softly, "Everyone gets lost sometimes, hesitant, unsure of which direction to take. It exists in this dream and in every place beyond it.
But there's no need to fear. Just as people feel lost, in a single moment, they'll make up their minds and make a bold yet remarkable decision…
Whether it's calm, joyful, angry, or sad, all they need is a small push, and they can take a step forward, toward their own path.
I leave this small power to you, and I hope you'll bring it to more people…
This is the 'Clock Trick'—the will called 'Trailblaze.'"
["This concept is just too good."]
["It's all about moving forward!"]
["So it's not about controlling emotions but guiding the side that's already within you. Brilliant!"]
["This is so well said!"]
["The dialogue design, the story execution, the literary drama—it's incredible!"]
["I love this part so much!"]
["The writers really have something special."]
— —
Misha turned his head with a smile, walked to the chair, and slowly sat down. "The hands of a clock go round and round, just like people's confusion, troubles, and weaknesses… endlessly swaying."
"But in the end, people must still move forward…" Misha clutched a top hat in his arms, closing his eyes in contentment.
The camera panned back, passing over Caelus's silhouette.
At this moment, Misha had transformed into the elderly Mikhail.
In his arms, he held that dream bubble.
Caelus took the hat, crouching down in a gesture of respect.
"Like your clock's hands, always pointing forward. My journey ends here. From now on… it's your path."
["To the Nameless, to every Trailblazer."]
["It's just a web series, did they have to make it this good?"]
["This hat is like a legacy, circling back to the hands of the Nameless."]
["Late at night, a grown man like me is crying my eyes out."]
["Goodnight, Mikhail."]
— —
At that moment, the scene suddenly shifted.
It returned to the stage from the beginning, where Caelus firmly placed the hat on his head.
"The so-called 'Trailblaze' is to follow the unfinished paths of those before us, to venture even further…"
Clockie appeared again, this time standing by Caelus's side.
Himeko, Welt Yang, and March 7th exchanged smiles, and the four faced Sunday together.
"The Penacony in Mikhail's dream will never belong to 'Order.'"
Before the words settled,
The Harmony, Xipe, cast Their gaze!
["From the reveal of Misha's identity, this whole segment has been so emotionally charged. Misha's story is romantic enough, but this final part… I'd call it the best."]
["Holy crap, that was so cool."]
["This Trailblazer can be abstract and play it cool!"]
["I'm in love, I want to be a Nameless and soar through the stars."]
["I'm pumped up, the emotions hit just right, it's absolutely exhilarating!"]
["I want to see Penacony rivers run red, give me the most explosive story!"]
["Xipe: Caelus, you're so right, here's a glance."]
["Is this the first time Xipe opened Their eyes?"]
— —
Looking at the four before him, Sunday furrowed his brow slightly. "That Aeon would cast a glance at Penacony at such a moment… Is it the resonance of the 'Trailblaze' legacy? Or is it that your harmony has moved even an Aeon?"