Elaine wanted to sigh but her breath would blow the sun and extinguish the flames as it was candle light. “Being Supergirl is part of you, Kara, like this and all of your choices,” she argued, “Well, of course you are important. Everyone is, on their own way.” The Demiurge compressed the world, the comets and the sun – making them of a portable size again: perfectly contained on the gemstone that she wore on her neck. Soon enough, they were floating on a void of light, then of darkness and finally, they were in front of the door with Elaine’s name that led back to the Hyperion room.
Elaine reached out to catch a piece of the portal. With a thought, it stabilized and became a scrap of white paper with her name written roughly just on the middle of the sheet.