Okay, I would like it to be known that I now remember what pain feels like. Hint, not very pleasent. But with that out of the way, I would also like to bring up something new, that being that the sense of touch has returned to me once more! Truly, this is a leap for all me kind!

...Whatever I am at the moment.

I can also confidantly say, after taking stock, that I am now lacking all of my everything. That is rather disconcerting, yes, but I will be honest, I am just glad I can do something again, even if it is just barely feel whatever it is that is currently enveloping me at the moment. It's nice, just feeling...

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Okay, I'm bored again.

I know, it didn't seem like it took such a long time, and maybe it didn't, but I can't quite tell that myself. There's not really a way to tell time here, ya know? Though, now that I think about it, how can I feel? Am I not dead anymore? I'm pretty sure I was, you know, before I touched that crys-...

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Oh, fuck me.

I'm a gemstone now, aren't I? Oh, please, no, of all the things, please not that. Please don't be what I'm thinking it is at the moment.

Taking a moment to feel out my dimensions all but confirms what I fear, no matter how much I want to deny it. It would seem that I am now Dulveritite, in the gem. Though, now that I think of it, doesn't this have it's own trope attached to it? Like, do I have mana now, or something? Maybe if I reach within myself I can pull it out?

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How the hell does one reach within themselves? Is it an automatic things, or a process you have to actually do? Maybe if I meditate? Would that work? Or is it willpower?

You know what, enough questions! How about I simply will myself to see what is inside myself? that should work!

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Oh! That is trippy! There's strands of... something all over the place! And different colors to! Neat! Okay, I'm going to bet all the money that I don't currently have that those strings are mana, or at least some equivalent of such. Now, if willing myself to seeing these string allowed me to actually do so, maybe I can will them to attach to me!

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This might take a while...

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Okay, now I don't know how long it's been, but I can tell you right now, this was almost not worth it. Almost being the key word here, because when I attached just one of those string, a wave of nirvana flooded through me, and I can't quite recall what happened afterwards. Though, now that I am in full control of my actions again, I can't help but notice that I am now glowing, just as I have described Dulveritite to. God, that is not as good a look as I thought it was. Sadly, I can't change it now, so I will just have to live with it.

Back to the strings, I notice they are attached to me, almost as if they are chained to my gem. It looks neat, actually. They even have different colors, which if I were a betting gem, I would guess are different types of mana. The purple strand is probably some shadow stand in, though, that would contest with the black strings, which probably stand for the same thing. Maybe one stands for night, and the other for shadow? I can't say I quite know.

For now.

But, now that I've attached all the strings in the area around me to, well, me, how do I go about using them?

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Okay, I've put some thought into it, and I've decided to try a thing I've read about (I think) in several novels.

Cultivation.

Now, I know that sounds pretty weeby, but hear me out, I've stared into myself, and it's just a bunch of empty space, technicolor sure, but still empty space. So, I've decided, I'll bring the strings in, and try to tie them together, just to see what will happen.

Setting on that, I start to drag the strings in, and everything is going well so far, though a thing to note is that the strings don't seem to play well together, so tying them all together might be difficult, especially with all this pleasure distracting me. And just like I thought, they'll come in all I want, but going together is another story altogether. Alright, new idea! I'm thinking that the probablem is that there is just to many string to tie, and that none of them in particular really like the other. So, I'm going to be taking all the string swith the same color, and tying them together first.

And with some effort, it actually worked.

Wow.

Maybe I'm selling myself short on these ideas a little bit, because I was certain that wasn't going to work at all. Alright, now that I've got all the alike strings tied, let's move on to tying those of similar color.

Again, this will probably take a while...

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Oh dear God Emperor! That took for-fucking-ever!

However! It is now done, after many a long hour (maybe), All the strings have been tied together. Good, now the only thing I need to do now is figure out what to do next, probably another willpower thing...

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You know, that ball of string does look a bit like a mess...

I'm thinking that I should fix it, if only because I don't want that on my conciousness every time I look at it.

It has absolutely NOTHING to do with the pleasure involved with manipulating these strings, just a want for tidiness! If you thought otherwise, than perish said thought at once! I, am a PURE Dulveritite gem! I have no such thoughts, not now nor ever!

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Alright, so, it has been a moment indeed.

For starters, I might have gotten a bit carried away on the whole fixing thing with the strings, but only a little! Regardless of such matters, I will have pride in the ball of string I have constructed! I have seemlessly woven every string into one ball, a core, if you will, and along with it, I have taken the extra step to, beforehand, weave all the individual strings of a single color into one large string, making it a lot tider in my tye-dyed inner sanctum. Though, I should also say that while all the individual string have been tied together leading up to the core, I did have to leave the very ends unstrung to allow me to weave it all into an interconnected ball.

Really, I think I've done something rather amazing. I mean, who knows quite how long this took, but that matters not! Clearly, I have made art here, and I should recive nothing but praise for it!

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Oh yeah,  there's no one else here...

Well, that just won't do! Whom will praise my brilliance if they don't exist!

Though, now that I think about it, even if they did exist, there isn't really any space for them to praise me in, is there?

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Maybe...

If I use my will, I can simply make the space!

So, focusing my willpower, I simply decide that whatever is surrounding me to expand!

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But nothing is happening...

Okay, new plan, maybe, just maybe, I can use my stringcore to help me in this?

hmm...

Alright, I have an idea! How about I 'unravel' whatever is around me into strings? Would that work? Possibly. I won't know until I try, right?

And with that I focus the substance that is around me, concentrating as hard as I can on whatever it might be, really taking my time to anyly-

It's fucking dirt.

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How in the Emperors ravishing ribcage did I not notice that beforehand? Really, I should have at least considered it a possibility! I'm a fucking rock for gods sake! How am I this retarded!?

Haaa...

But back on topic! Since this is dirt, then it probably works with the brown strings. Now, all I have to do is focus on dirt, and will is to unravel into brown strings!

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Okay, that was a LOT fucking harder than it really needed to be! However, it did work, which is a good thing. I now have a sphere of empty space around me. And I can actually see now, which, again, is a good thing, and something I approve of immensely. Though, something actually interesting to note, while I was able to unravel the dirt into strings, when I pulled those strings in they didn't act like the strings did when I pulled them in the first time. Instead, they merged with their brown counterparts. I examined the strings afterwards, and nothing really seems to have changed with them, though, for some reason, they did give of the impression of being very slightly sturdier.

And, while I could sit here and ponder why this is, I instead believe that I should continue onwards, if only because when I realized how to actually unravel things I got this random urge to do so in a particular direction. So, with nothing better to do, I decided to simply follow this whim. Honestly, after unraveling things the first few times, it gets kind of boring. Though, things did get interesting again when I hit something new.

The outside.

If I'm being truthful, I will admit that sight of the moon hanging in the sky after being forced to stay in a black void, then underground, for so long...

I really was grateful in a way I can't truly describe in mere words...

It was just...

Ahem, right, getting past that, it would be good to take note on how even though I could see outside, I couldn't seem to do much more past that. I even tried to unravel several things, and nothing happened. Eitherthe outside world is immune to my unraveling skills, or I am just not yet proficient enough to actually affect anything. Though, I was able to unravel a bit of the grass apparently just within whatever ethereal range makes up my ability to unravel. I suppose it is neat that there is a range to it, and this is information that I should remember, but I will also admit to it being really annoying that there seems to be some random limit to one of the few things I can actually fucking do!

Haa...

Alright, stay positive, there are other things to talk about! For one, apparently the moonlight entering the hole I made can be unraveled as well, which was certainly interesting to witness.

How to describe it?

Well, imagine a flashlight (whatever that is) shining into the dark, but after a certain point it just seems to just...

Stop.

That is honestly the best way I can describe it.

Regardless, I thought occured when it comes to these strings of mine. If everything around me is made of these strings, if only on a minescule level, can I weave the strings to make things?

Hmm, it might be possible...

With a little work...

Ah, screw it, I'll just wing it! I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

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We shall never speak of what had transpired.

You may not know what I am speaking of, but I believe that is for the better.

I can only say, yes, I can technically make things with the strings. Living things even.

I, however, will never do it again.

And no, I will not explain why. You all are better of not knowing of the...

THING

That was created by my random weaving. I shall personally see to it that none shall ever know of its visage, even if it means I must die again to do so.

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Alright, feeling better now.

And, what's that, more news!

There is now a Noodle in my lair!

I don't quite know why, but there is!

It's something different, and not that 

THING

so it can only be good!

Though, even after I've said that, I can't help but notice that the poor things is injured. That's rather sad. Maybe, just maybe, I can use the strings to help?

Now don't get me wrong, after the first time I used the strings to make something living, I've become rather hesitant to even touch them again. However, that was making something from scratch. Perhaps, with the noodle as a starting point, I can actually do something cool with them?

I would say I'll just wing it, but after the last two times, I think that this time I'll go with the less is more approach. And by that, I will anylyze the strings that make up the noodle and-

I can't look at it's strings.

In fact, I can't see the strings around it at all...

I...

I don't know how much I like that.

Even after trying to blindly manipulate the strings I can no longer see around it, nothing happens. And I very much don't like it when the very few abilities I have don't fucking work!

So, I truly feel that no one will blame me when I slammed Purple, Brown, Red, and Grey strings down on this fucking noodle.

It squirmed, writhing against both my will, and the strings I constantly infused into the damned things. Honestly, I was seeing red. This fucking snake thought it could crawl up into MY lair and render ME incapable of doing AnYtHinG!

Not a chance in hell.

I cared little for it's throes of agony, I cared little for when it's scales began to rapidly crack and molt, and I cared little for the blood that it spat, the venom it tried so desperatly to use on an attacker it never could truly percive.

And honestly, I certainly didn't notice the extra things it began to... Grow either.

Though, I would like to attribute that to the fact that I was rapidly losing conciousness...