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He waves at the technicolour sky, the moon sharpens, now three-sided – perfect weather.
The human stirs behind him–
In a rapid blur of disassembling and reassembling matter, he appears inches from Stanford Pines’ dreamy, worn face; his thin pupil expanding- a new moon reflecting Stanford within its prepared womb.
“Ready to ride the big dipper to literal enlightenment?”
As Bill Cipher reaches towards his new charge, the water breaks.
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It’s quiet, and the moon, along with Bill, carry on beaming brightly.
All is calm. All is bright.