[He lets her go. The glow is gentle in the trees, always moving as she does. It flickers and brightens, but one can tell that it is not stationary. It is guiding her, pulling her toward the edge.
There is a darkness there, black and consuming, with only the glow to break through the emptiness. There is a whisper on the wind that she might be able to hear.
Come. Come. Your time has come. You are needed.
If she looks behind her, there will be nothing to see. No path, no light. The only way is forward.]