The air inside Workshop B remained thick with the quiet hum of digital tablets, but the atmosphere had shifted into a deeply meticulous, reflective rhythm. They had reached the credit sequence. Although these final scenes would only play on screen for a few minutes—with each individual frame lasting a maximum of ten seconds—everyone in the room knew they were vital. These brief, passing glimpses were what would truly set the cozy, lasting tone of Kiki's Delivery Service.
