The outside world is bigger than she would have expected. To a first approximation, there's always someone drumming somewhere.

She's wearing a variation on the outfit she bought earlier. She wonders where those clothes went, or the money in the pocket, for that matter.

Well, she didn't come here with anything but a drum to begin with. Though she'd like to have a drum now.

It turns out she can have one, if she wants. A large bass drum, hovering before her.

If it's hovering, does that mean she can fly again? She sits lightly on the drum and tries. It's still not effortless, but it's easier.

She didn't expect to be stronger after this.

It doesn't feel triumphant to have abandoned her vessel and seized divinity.

It just feels like being complete.

Through the thunder and rain, she returns to the sealed-off world to share her technique.