A young designer asks Mina: “Isn’t it dangerous? A machine faking our dreams?”

The fashion world explodes.

Mina smiles, adjusting the final frame.

At the peak of the frenzy, Han Iu finally appears—on Mina’s doorstep. He’s young, scarred himself, and holds a tablet showing the original prompts.

Mina’s breath catches. “This is… fake?”