The interdimensional farewell party had finally wound down as the last of the supernatural delegates departed through their various portals, rifts, and transportation methods.
The Twilight Gardens, which had been transformed into an impromptu celebration venue, slowly returned to their natural state of ethereal tranquility.
The dream-flowers closed their petals as if settling in for peaceful sleep, while the crystalline trees dimmed their internal light to a gentle glow that would guide any late-night wanderers safely through the paths.
Baby Nova had thoroughly exhausted herself with her musical conducting performance, though not before managing to teach several Phoenix delegates what appeared to be a supernatural version of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat".
The result had been both musically ambitious and completely incomprehensible, which seemed to delight everyone involved.
