Epilogue
The city returned to its quiet hum. The mystery of the blue envelope vanished along with the key. A month later, Arko sat in the same coffee shop. It was raining again. The door creaked open, and someone walked in.
Arko smiled. There were no blue envelopes or secret keys this time. Meera simply sat down in the chair across from him.
Perhaps some stories in this city are beautiful precisely because they remain incomplete.