As i come to i feel something about myself changing. I feel beyond myself as though what i identify as myself is no longer limited to my physical form. I begin to perceive my surroundings, yet there is no separation of where i begin and what's around me ends except for a void of sensations.
What immediately surrounds me conforms to the shape of myself and some kind of barrier. It's cylindrical in nature but shortens towards a circular flat end on one side whereas the other end had nothing to keep the conforming stuff in place. That must be terra's inherent weight magic keeping it in place. Strange, i no longer feel bound by said weight magic. What I'm in resembles a barrel in shape but all of the other identifying characteristics are lost I me. "Am i in some form of liquid?"
As i sit within what i guess to be liquid the void denoting the edge of my perception slowly gets overtaken by what i can only describe as myself though not in the sense that i have control over it so much as in the sense that i can perceive it and identify with it. A hazy figure in the shape of a person enters the range of my perception.
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"Now what ranking could this hard shapely wooden staff be?" A nasally voice enters my mind. "Propped between a man aged as though a fine wine and shapely young man just beginning to blossom into maturity. What daring uses could they have thought up that caused them to pass with a hard wooden rod betwixt them. I can think of a good number of VERY enjoyable activities that might cause such a demise. In fact, i can't think of a more passionate way to go myself. This shapely staff will be a monument to their memory. Now let's check how the mana water is infusing into it."
The person monologues for quite some time before approaching me. Character of said questionable person aside, i take it that this is the craftsman that prevented my ritual from completing.
As i come out of the mana water everything surrounding me becomes clearer.