The threads, spun over and over, converged at a single point. Layers of promises, promises to save many, transformed into light. As her descent in darkness began, the words she whispered lifted her up: “After all that’s happened, you were my very best friend.”
The repeatedly spun threads overlap on a single point, together with the promise, they become the light of the promise that will save the multitude. In the new beginning of the girl's darkness, these whispered words scooped her up out of it. "You were my best friend, weren't you?"