ALL MANNER OF THING.

[strangerpeople]

ALL MANNER OF THING.

[It's some time before the light dies down. Before you all return to yourselves. Before you realize you are all on the floor of the Throne of Hours.

And that Lilac is poking you with a cane.]

Ah, excellent, you're not dead.

[A gentle golden light streams into the room. Is it the Sun? It might just be.

You look upwards to the top of the Throne. The massive monster lies there, a pink ichor dripping from it. It's eye is rolled up, and it doesn't move.

There is no sign of the golem, or the Soul Gem-]

Oh. You're all awake. Are you all right?

[The golem walks in, still cuddling the cat. There is something...different about her. More human?

The Soul Gem is still nowhere to be see, but one might be able to see a glowing ring on her finger. She slowly walks over, and offers a hand to everyone.]

We...should probably talk. I...there's something I want you to see, as well.

[Will you take it?]