> As my fingers brushed against the surface a small electric feeling flowed through my hand. A familiar feeling of wholeness rooted itself in my hand, similar to the feeling of consuming the tiny shards of my own soul. I felt the feeling start to fade, and desperately tugged upon it, trying to pull it into myself. Like wool into a spindle, it flowed into me, but the more I took, the more each star within the obelisk dimmed. The crack I had forced onto it's angular form, no longer shining. Until once more the world was dark for all but my luminesce form. I pressed my palm flat against the pillar, there it still stood despite now looking different from the absence of light around it. Suddenly as the warmth settled in my chest a new visage of red runes flashed in front of me before coagulating like wet paint spilling into the form of letters.
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> "Congratulations! You've gained an Aspect (1/3)!
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> Aspect Acquired: Soul
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> Work hard and grow it well."
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> Despite the message nothing seemed to stir or change inside me. I stood there for a moment trying to feel it out, but it seemed that the text had only acknowledged something outside of my perception rather than actually giving me anything. As quick as it had come the text vanished back into the nothingness around me, and I was once again alone in the dark. I started to shamble towards the direction of the pillar passing it and continuing my single minded trek. However the weight on my mind seemed to make every step heavier. I couldn't stop thinking about just what that message meant, nor could I focus on walking. My curiosity biting at my heels almost begged me to take a seat and try to think it out. So I complied, ceasing my march and dropping myself onto the now familiar void under me. I felt the stub where my left arm had been and felt where it was now sitting comfortably inside me. Slowly I tried to focus on the feeling of wholeness inside me and pull it into my palm. After what I could only assume to have been many hours if not days, I felt it stir and slothfully slither it's way through me. Eventually a tiny shard settled in my palm, and wormed it's way out like a thorn buried deep inside me. I delicately tapped this shard with my fingers but it left no cuts no did it feel any different from the rest of my strange form.
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> Once I found myself becoming comfortable with moving the piece in my hand I tried to push it up and break it off. While not successful at first, I eventually managed to snap it off from a spindly support using my will, now with the shard laying in the palm of my hand, I examined it. For the first time I noticed it's slight irradiant property, like an oil spill on a warm day reflected off the shining surface of a pale recently painted wall. I carefully began to try and manipulate the shard once it had left me but to no avail once it wasn't a part of me, it was no different from an object. So I tried to reabsorb it, but this time without swallowing it, instead I tried to engulf it into my hand. After many attempts what had done it was burying it entirely and closing the opening, at that point it was once more a part of me. I forced it out to the surface again, having an easier time this go around with the small bit of practice I had. I took the shard and pressed it into my shoulder joint, slowly coalescing it into place before removing my connection to it's form from my palm. As I removed my hand it fell flat to the floor, undiscouraged I took it and reabsorbed it. Then closed my eyes and focused on pushing it into my chest once more with the other shards. As it slid into place with other shards, slowly pushed it out from the remnant of my left shoulder. This time it had managed to take a place as a single tiny beginning to my attempt to recreate the almost porcelain arm I had begun to miss. Every tiny piece painstakingly forced into place until I had a crude visage of my upper arm. However I encountered a new issue, I couldn't move it without immense effort.
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> After two full days of forcefully trying and failing to change details about it to make it resemble me other arm's structure, I had made a small bit of progress. As I focused on my right arm I found a very subtle thread like protrusion across it wrapped across it like a beautiful slime mold. These tiny spindles became the base of what I tried to replicate, slowly and delicately I managed to replicate it on the visage I had made and refined, trying my best to mirror the intricate branching pattern. Once it had finished, I tried once more to move it but to no effect. I mentally examined my other arm closely, and followed the flow of the thread finding it connecting to the rest of my body and sinking into my neck and torso. With this discovery I worked ad nauseam to carefully connect what I had made to the existing web. Finally a step forward of progress, as once the thread found it's hold amongst the tapestry across my form I began to move it. Although it was slightly difficult to control due to my lack of craftsmanship, it was progress. Carefully I reshaped it over and over until it felt balanced enough for me to use it, before I began work on the rest of my left arm. Over the course of several days I rebuilt and carefully balanced a new left arm, intricately connecting tiny threads across it. By the end of it I had rebuilt a part of myself and felt accomplished, but still my curiosity yearned for more.
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> I took the newly created hand, flexing it's fingers, and I slowly reshaped it, treating the shards of myself like warm clay. Although difficult, I managed to pull a bit of wholeness from inside me, what I believe I took from the obelisk, and reformed it into a new finger. Attaching this new finger to the open side of my left hand, I slowly wrapped it in spindly threads and connected it with the rest of my network. To my surprise it actually worked, even if slightly uncomfortable at first since it broke the symmetry of my body. I could wiggle the flex the new finger as if it had always been there. While it was interesting, I decided to reabsorb the finger I had created. Once I was whole and stable once more, I stood back up and began to walk. With my every step I let my mind run wild, slowly forming ideas from my murky memories and the snippets I had seen of this world. While I had mostly seen humans in what the obelisk showed me, I had managed to see a handful of other living creatures, notably, the forms of deer, fox, and a strange creature that I couldn't place a name to. It's body was a bulky humanoid with an animal skull for head, but it seemed almost graceful in it's movements as it sculked around the stars subject. Perhaps it was some ambush predator from this world that simply didn't exist within my own. However it felt a bit more intelligent than a mere animal. Images of it's sharp claws flashed in my mind, and a spark was ignited in me. While walking I raised my right hand and slowly reformed my finger nails into sharp canid claws. A small idea had taken root in me and I doubt I would be able to shake it any time soon. Just how far could I push my form? Was there a limit beyond the amount of material I had to work with? Such curiosities consumed me as I shambled forward, my unending march toward nowhere, giving me a sort of comfort in the monotony of it all.