But Hikari began to fade. Her arms, her legs, her smile — all becoming translucent.

“Not again…” she whispered, clutching the silver hourglass around her neck. It was cracked.

The ghost students flickered. Then, one by one, they became solid. A girl took a breath. A boy blinked. A teacher smiled.

Students laughed. Birds sang. The chalk fell.

Sora became the new student council president. She never stopped time again.

Time restarted.