GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK...
You reach out to Lachesis. She feels you, she accesses you.
One last grin, then a bust of bright light.
It feels as if both you and Lachesis are both suddenly and extremely positively charged -- you repel away, as she seems to from you. If she speaks to you, and you think she does, you don't hear her words, but you feel them. You feel the tone in the very marrow of your bones, you feel the pride and disdain and regret in the nucleus of every atom. As you shoot like comets against the darkening, collapsing vacuum, you feel the glimmer of hope that she always held for you.
You were always the heroes of Lachesis.
Your body seems airy, weightless, even abstract. The transition happens in seconds, but you feel every darkyear of travel, you feel yourself moving through the membrane of this universe. It isn't like before, it isn't a quick blink, a pop.
This one is forever.
The buzz down your spine informs you that you're whole again, you're here. You feel the normality of logical atmosphere once more. Your muscles are sore, but you know you're alive.
You open your eyes and --