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"Good". A mirror appears behind Alex, only to then collapse on itself, creating a rift to cross. The inside is filled with pure ether swirling in shades of pink. The tiny butterfly flaps his wings harshly towards Cyndwella, a defying manner earning it a snap of fingers with a voiceless order to go through.

"And of course. I'll tell him a craftsman should be nearby to witness a creation fulfill its purpose. Until then, I bid you all farewell". And thus, she crosses to the other side, the tear closing as if it never appeared to begin with.