Erin had forgotten everything.  Well, that’s not exactly right.  He had forgotten who he was — the person or entity — that he used to be.  He still remembered things, though; objects, places, holidays…. He remembered pencils, doctors, and feeding the ducks on Tuesdays.  But through all of his scattered memories, his discombobulated visions of a past forgotten — Erin awoke to something extraordinarily unfamiliar.  Erin awoke as a gemstone; he was violet and small.  He found himself in a dimly lit cavern, underground and discarded. He heard waves crash beyond him; an ocean near.  Erin tried to breathe, blink, move; he tried to live, but against his better expectations — he had no lungs to breathe, no eyes to blink, and no limbs to move. Waves continued to crash beyond him and when Erin least expected it — something clicked.  The tides of mana around responded to his call.  Although fictitious, mana acted on Erin’s behalf; it became his lungs, his eyes, and his limbs.  When Erin awoke, he didn’t remember much.  Luckily, the things he did remember — he could recreate.  There‘s only one problem; the ocean beyond — a galleon shipwrecked — adventurer’s disembarked — a dungeon discovered.   They found Erin.  What happens next?