He pressed both palms against it.
And in the next moment, the entire clearing lit up.
The spiral exploded outward - not destructively, but expansively. It wove through each of them, through their veins, through their sex, their souls. It lifted them off the ground - not just floating, but ascending, like stars being reborn.
And then it happened.
They saw the bridge.
It formed above them - a silver thread stretching from the island's heart, through the stars, through the veil of the golden sky, into the fabric of Earth's world. But it wasn't physical. It was breath. Energy. An invitation.
And they were the messengers.
The vision faded slowly, depositing them gently back onto the mossy clearing.
Jude collapsed to his knees.
The women surrounded him, holding, touching, grounding him.
He looked up, eyes wide. "We're meant to carry it back."
Rose pressed her forehead to his. "Together."