Thankfully, there is no popping of any sort. As with the searchlight and siren before her, the oracle's heart shimmers more brightly as it is urged to return to its body, then dissolves into little more than light as it pours into her chest like molten gold. For a moment, there is silence...

Then her eyes fly open. The oracle shudders into life violently, her first breath of air coming as a sharp gasp. Her hands shoot to her neck shortly thereafter, covering it, protecting it... and finding it and the rest of her body covered in the remnants of the inky black thread her body had been cocooned in. Disoriented, confused, and above all scared, she clumsily scrambles away from the gathered group, yanking and tearing at the threads and coughing when her shortness of breath doesn't allow for such sudden movements all the while.