“I’m Eclipse,” I answered, “But that’s a name, not a meme. I think.” Or was it? This place was much more real than it had been, before I died. Or whatever I’d just done.
“You eclipsed Solara, as your garb promised,” Life’s End answered. “You eclipsed the three memetic monsters. But…” She put a hand out. There was a barrier between us, not a force field, not something I was doing, that kept her from touching me. “…you do not share my meme. You’re alive. And you’re here. That’s unusual. Very unusual. I shall have to ask The Needed Answer to explain.”
“I seem to be here,” I answered. “The Well closed. Do I wait for it to open, or is there another way home for me?”
“Do you have a need to return?” Duty asked. “Most people who come here find they are happy to stay.”