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On the final night, Masha walked the room with a jar of black seeds — actual seeds, small and strange. She told them to plant these somewhere public if they wanted their arguments to have roots. “Ideas die if they have nowhere to sink,” she said. Someone asked what kind of seeds they were. She shrugged. “They’re seeds.” No one demanded more. The gesture was enough: a talisman of hope, a call to action that was literal and symbolic in equal measure.