Re: The End
[The room jerks again but the cracks are still there, spreading out into the walls, into the ceiling, shining like light through a breaking egg and sinking deeper and deeper.
And at the deepest part, something breaks.
It's an old, old something, felt more than seen. Another follows, and another . . . murals cover the walls again, the empty space of the room filling with tiny, flickering, barely there lights.
More follow, the colours stronger. Red here, and yellow. Shades of blue, and purple . . . some very few orange, and more white than any other. Soft and glowing, and—
The stone around Rapunzel shatters, setting her and her would-be rescuers free.]