BLISS
Lyra and Will are finally reunited, after several decades of waiting.
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Lyra saw the old ill marten by her bedside. "Pan?" she called. "Pan, I think it's time. We'll be reunited with Will, and Kirjava, oh, Pan…"
The marten stroked the woman's white hair with a feeble paw. "It is time we depart this life."
Lyra knew it to be so.
Twelve Hours Later
Everything was white, blinding, blinding…
And she was in a bleak, forbidding landscape. Millions of other beings were clustered around her. She looked down, and to her utter surprise, her body was that of the young woman she had been when she had last been in the realm of the dead.
A boy came toward her. "Lyra!"
"Will! Oh, Will! You have no idea how much I've missed you, all these decades, oh, Will, Will…"
They embraced, or as close of an embrace as it was possible.
"Are you ready?" Lyra asked breathlessly.
"Kirjava," Will breathed.
"Pantalaimon," said Lyra at the same time.
They stepped toward the opening to the real world, and to their dæmons, and to the bliss that came of nonbeing, happy finally, for they now had no understanding of emotion.
They knew what it was to be the Aurora, the singing stars, the night sky—
And yet they knew nothing.
For all that had ever been Lyra Belacqua and William Parry—
Was vanished into the void.