That evening, around a small table strewn with cake and cards, the top twelve gathered for a photo. They laughed at an inside joke, relaxed in the comfortable brilliance of mutual accomplishment. Someone announced a toast: “To curiosity, to courage, and to never forgetting why we started.” Glasses clinked. G raised his in silent agreement, feeling exactly like an angel—not because of any myth, but because he wanted, more than anything, to lift others when they needed it.