After entering the next room a sigh of releif is exhaled breifly. That is until he realizes that there is a slight difference in this room. Mainly the humanoid figure standing motionless in the center. Just like the color of his new suit, that is surprisingly non constrictive despite being essentially an extra layer of skin, and the walls surrounding the both of them. Not even trying to go for the door this time, but unconsciously gripping tighter on the room temperature brass handle. His tightened grip suddenly clenches into a fist as if there was nothing in it in the first place. Not wanting to look away he breifly catches the door phasing back into the wall. Blending into the texture and changing color to match it. After confirming that it is now gone his focus once again returns to the statue. It is roughly the same size as he is. As he gets closer to inspect it the moves are mirrored into the mannequin. Jumping back in shock is unsettling when you see the motions being imitated in realtime. Although now that he gets a closer look at the object he notices that unlike himself, the object has not moved out of its original position. How curious, it is like a three dimensional mirror image of himself being reflected. Only now does he notice his own body matches the shape, texture, and size of this thing exactly in the right proportions. Although the suit is not copied that is about the only destinction to be made against the two other than the fixed position of the double. After flexing three fingers and a thumb on one hand in a random manner and witnessing the copycat actions he feels safe in the fact that whatever it is in incapable of hurting him. Walking around the room reveals nothing else, not even an exit like the previous rooms had. Without a propper way to tell time, and no bodily functions to gauge its passage either other than his even breathing he begins to observe the golem in detail.

  Something seems off about it on closer inspection. Every time he reaches out towards the figure, and it to him in the same fashion, the bland area around their hands that are about to touch burst out in a radiant color that envelops the area around the about to be connected parts. The vibrant aura pulsates and resonates with a faster change in color the closer the two meet. Nothing else feels different at all other than the lightshow. Getting bored and mentially fatigued he might as well get this over with. No other course of action to take the fingers meet and a sort of clicking sound occurs and the auras engulf both of them before fading. Letting go of the contact slowly he begins to understand that something or someone is communicating with him. It is hard to firgure out since there are no words, just direct thoughts and images that are not his own flowing into him. It seems... no it is an alien entity that can not be understood by conventional wisdom, not that he has any. Coming from the walls, his suit, the golem, the light, or himself he has no idea where it is from or what means of communitation it is using. All he can sense is a rather strange list of questions being asked of him. The only thing he knows is that there is literially nothing else to do. That and the fact that he is obviously trapped. When in Rome do as the Romans do. A slight shrug shared by both him and the body seemed to be taken as a continuation of the exchange.

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  It is pretty simple and repetative in the meaning. Basicially it wants to know what I am. A tricky question seeing as I have no idea at the moment a literal blank slate. I think of myself in confusion, and that is when a sort of reply comes from the entity. It doesn't want to know what i am, but what i am to be. It is requestion an image to shape myself into. A sort of... urn? Flashes of containers flow into my mind. All shapes, sizes, textures, colors, functions, smells, and every other feature imagineable with a few incomprehensable. I know that i am male, but other than that no clue. A pause occurs as the golem starts to reshape itself. It is now somehow a more masculine version of utter neutrality. The conflicting states is starting to cause a headache in me and i reach up to cradle my head with both hands feeling a jutting jaw as they pass. It is rather unsettling having a jaw with no mouth.

  Next up are flashes of humanoid figures, different species i think? Not sure exactly what i am without a reference point. However one of them seems to catch my eye above the others as it continues to pass by in the rotation. It is a rather unimposing stature but something just pulls me to the lithe form along with the changes made to my body a breif description is given to me about what i am now. Apparantly my people are halflings. The halflings survive in a world full of larger creatures by avoiding them. I am about three feet tall which is apparantly an average size for us. Halflings’ skin ranges from tan to pale, and their hair is usually brown. I am rather pale, but my blond hair is rather light compaired to the darker browns associated with my race. My Hazel eyes inspecting myself notices these minute details since it is rather interesting to inspect yourself that is inspecting you at the same time. None of this is making any sense to me. At least my proportions seems correct at the moment. A rather lithe thin form that looks awefully dexterious.

  After the solidified form appears three more images float around in my mind. One is of a serene monk meditating on a rather large cliff face before running down the side and landing a strike with his bare palms resting on a much larger creature. The figure then collapses and breathes evenly while I just sit back down and wait for the others to come to the aid of myself, or the other i don't know which. After that comes a peaceful woodland area filled with contrasting shadowy bushes and bright trees with myself sitting in one of them. I see myself tense up and pull out a bow before firing it into the brush several trees ahead of me. I see myself hop down from my perch easily before rummaging in the bush to pull out a rabbit then walk away listening to the birdsong. And lastly I can't see myself at all, just a rather fat woman being attended to by various serveants. Then from the huge shadow behind her i see a small hand quickly take a bag off of the table before vanishing. How interesting the last one is. I think i will go with that shady image. It is better to not be seen in the first place when you are as frail and small as I am after all.

  Even though nothing physically heppens to me or my double I can see a sharper glint in the eyes. It might just be my imagination, or all of this could be.