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The forest of Milliways gives way to the silver, copper, and gold forest of the tarot's world. There is a distant sound of water, and it is in that direction she turns their feet. The grasses they walk through are in a myriad of colors, some identifiable, some not, and the sky above is a deep purple, stars twinkling as the two moons -- barely seen through the metallic trees -- wane.

"Do you wish to be other than you are?" she asks, ignoring the scene change, ignoring the fact that the world they now stood on was vastly different than the one Damian is accustomed to.

The wolves run ahead of them, barking and howling, glad to be home once more.