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.
It's quiet, and the moon, along with Bill, carry on beaming brightly.
All is calm. All is bright.