It never feels obvious at the start. Everything looks open. Uncertain. Full of possibility. Nothing points to an ending yet. But if you look closely… something is already there. Small things. Easy to miss. A tone. A reaction. A silence. Not enough to conclude. Just enough to notice. But you don’t stay with it. You move forward. And later… when it unfolds the same way, those early moments feel different. Not new. Recognizable. Almost like the ending was quietly present from the beginning.