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Kai looks at the spent volunteer tomato plant at late-autumn dusk, holding pruning shears beside the garden path.
Kai gently cuts and gathers the dead tomato plant, leaving the familiar paving-stone crack empty.
Kai stands beside a pile of dead garden material and vegetable scraps, looking uncertainly toward the empty compost box.
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Kai looks at the spent volunteer tomato plant at late-autumn dusk, holding pruning shears beside the garden path.
Kai gently cuts and gathers the dead tomato plant, leaving the familiar paving-stone crack empty.
Kai stands beside a pile of dead garden material and vegetable scraps, looking uncertainly toward the empty compost box.

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Kai begins collecting fallen leaves, spent stems, and kitchen scraps in a simple compost box. At first the pile looks like a container for things that are finished. Over time, he sees heat, fungi, insects, and decomposition turn the discarded material into dark compost. When he feeds that compost back into the same flower beds, Kai realizes the garden does not divide the world neatly into useful and useless, living and dead. It keeps changing one into the other. The lesson is simple: an ending does not erase value, and worth is not the same thing as productivity.

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Late in autumn, the volunteer tomato plant has reached the end of its season. Its stems are dry, its leaves curled, and there is no healthy fruit left. Kai stands beside the familiar paving-stone crack with pruning shears hanging loosely from one hand. He looks at the plant with quiet sadness, not frustration. It has not failed; it has simply finished this part of its life.

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Kai cuts the brittle tomato stems near the paving-stone crack and gathers the old plant into his arms. The crack where it grew is empty again. He handles the dry stems carefully, as though removing something that completed its season rather than something that disappointed him.

Page 3

Near the west flower bed, Kai has collected the dead tomato stems, fallen leaves, clipped flower heads, and a small bowl of vegetable peelings. Prop 01 — compost box stands open beside the pile. Everything in front of him looks finished or unwanted. For a moment, the obvious category seems to be rubbish.