The Park, Monday Evening

[endsthegame]

Some would rejoice, others would cry, and a good chunk of Fandom's population would probably wind up with mixed feelings. This portal had brought the children onto the island but two nights ago, and now it had reversed the polarity of the neutron flow returned to take them back.

It floated calmly in the middle of the park's clearing, exuding a soft yellow light. It wouldn't steer the children wrong.

Say your goodbyes, Fandom... for the year.

[[ up early for sp, and open to all. *hands out tissues at the door* ]]

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[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was going to be very, very happy that she'd held back from openly crying until after Sylvie left.

And maybe she'd kneel here on the ground until she could stop crying and regain her composure.

The world seemed like it was missing a little, much-needed burst of warmth.