"Right," Steven says, smacking his fist into his palm. "Gongenzaka, try to hang onto me. Peridot, you too. I'm going to try to move us all to Syrlya."

There isn't really a lot of visual accompaniment, besides Steven focusing while simultaneously trying to hold his connections to them. The farm starts to move out of view, while an aura of familiar blue energy glows around him, and then snakes off into the distance like a thread of flames. It grows from his heart, thickening and solidifying, until it's become a crystalline vine.

"Here!" he says, understanding. "Hold on!"

Once everyone has grabbed the vine, they'll be pulled off to Syrlya-land.