Months later, BayFakes dismantled its tents the way a rumor dissolves in daylight. When the shipping cranes reopened their shadows over the water, people spoke of Fantopia in different ways: some listing the updates like fortunes, others describing only the sweetness of the caramel. A few wrote long, honest emails back and forth with people they’d left behind. A couple of friendships ended, quieter and cleaner than before. A man who had come in with a limp no one noticed now walked straighter; he said he simply forgave himself for a traffic mistake.