If you merge into a singular consciousness, I will also consolidate your tabs, Bar informs them.

Sargeþi snorts.

"I think I can handle that."

Amethyst extends a hand to her.

She takes her hand. And then —

She was in one place, and now she's in more. She's still herself, still here, in the bar, the leather seat warm beneath her.

But she is also everyone else.

She is cuddling a sleeping man. She is making pastry with a friend. She is studying in a laboratory, raw magic crackling in her hand. She is deciding what the best way to separate two involuntarily conjoined twins is. She is giving a speech in front of the people's assembly. She is kissing a creature made out of starlight. She is gently nudging two galaxies so that they won't collide in a billion years. She is fighting a terrible grey monster in a space beyond space.

She is sitting on the other seat, holding her hand.

"Shall we?" Amethyst says, gesturing toward the door.

She giggles, at the idea of talking to herself.

"Let's."

She steps up to the door, and throws it open.

"Hello, everyone! I am Amethyst, a benevolent alien here to welcome you into the inter-dimensional community. I'm sending this message to everyone with compatible notification settings ..."