Kai looked at their hands, stained with ink that would never fully wash out. They thought of Marcus’s stories of loss, of Riya’s defiant joy, of the new mural standing tall against the city lights.

The news hit the Rainbow Corridor like a thunderclap.

Kai listened. Then they acted. The next morning, they painted over the mural on the side of Chroma . People gasped, thinking it was an act of defeat. But by noon, a new mural emerged. It was simpler, bolder: a massive trans flag, its pink, blue, and white stripes flowing into the traditional rainbow flag. At the center, in black lettering, it read:

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