Yip Chor's mind remained devoid of any thoughts other than the present moment. Seated in the lotus position within his inner realm, he contemplated the profound changes that had transformed his inner and outer perspectives since delving into the sludgy remains of the colossal birdman's head. His gaze loosely fixated on the two runes, pulsating with electric energy deep within his soul gene. Somewhere amidst these centres of activity, a new focal point emerged—a tiny village nestled between two bustling metropolises. Yip Chor observed with fascination as webs of concepts reshaped themselves, snapping into new configurations as if magnetically drawn together. It was an enchanting sight.
Outside Yip Chor's physical body, unbeknownst to him, the charred remnants on his bones began to flake away. His tendons began to crumble, and his bones began to swell and crack like wood left in the wet to rot. His body was disintegrating in the acidic brain soup he was immersed in!
Suddenly, the tiny centre of activity within Yip Chor's inner realm began to vibrate with a deep OHM. His life and fate wheels began to grind to a halt as time began to speed up. Yip Chor, in a state of deep mediation, did not notice any of this. All he noticed was the new rune that was forming between the human rune and the Bird-man rune. It was tiny in comparison to each of the other runes, but it seemed to contain a hard, weighty energy that surpassed either of them. A thought stirred within Yip Chor's mind. This was his new identity... this was his Mecca Rune.
As the Mecca rune formed within his soul, the miasmic brain soup surrounding him began to vibrate at the frequency of the OHM within his soul. It began to deconstruct into its core chemicals and reform into new ones in and around Yip Chor's broken remains, attracted to the new configurations dictated by the Mecca OHM.
His bones, once swollen and cracked began to compress with each pulse of the Mecca OHM. His Tendons, once frayed and severed began to reattach at each vibrational pop of the Mecca OHM. His muscles and skin, long forgotten and decayed, began to build around his bones and tendons at each percussive command of the Mecca OHM ... his blood vessels, brain, neural pathways, and organs, once housing the manifestation of his thoughts and feelings, began spreading through his flesh with each electric emanation of the Mecca OHM. His meridians, once broken and sickly began to pulse with a resurgence of vitality and life at the climactic apex of the Mecca OHM.
With a coughing fit, Yip Chor, burst free from his meditative trance, and back into the world of the living, his macabre baptism complete.
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Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, a wet and slimy human shape weakly and uncoordinatedly crawled free from the colossal bird-men's skull. It slopped onto the cold cobbled stone outside the coffin with a plop, laying still with shuddering breaths as it acclimated to its surroundings.
Yip Chor's eyes fluttered open, greeted by a dark and milky environment. His third eye indicated that he was still within the cavernous mausoleum, but his perception of the world had undergone a subtle shift. The reason behind this eluded him.
Summoning his feeble strength, Yip Chor initiated a sequence of bone vibrations, aiming to extricate himself from this peculiar experience. However, an unfamiliar substance coated his body, impeding his movements with a dampening effect. Realization dawned upon him—the remnants of the colossal bird-men's skull, its organic matter, now clung to him, inhibiting his commands.
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Determined to break free from this wondrous yet isolated experience, he focused his efforts on tuning the vibration of his bones, seeking to overcome the damping influence. Slowly but surely, he began to make progress, propelling his body toward the stairway that had brought him to this strange space.
As he navigated his way back to the vent through which he had entered, Yip Chor reflected on the recent events and his current state of being. He had absorbed something—a Rune, a copy of the birdman's genetic and cultivation blueprint. Through the fusion of the birdman's rune with his own, a new Rune emerged—the Mecca Rune. The memory of being drawn into that Rune and the subsequent darkness lingered in his mind.
Crawling through the narrow vent, feet first, Yip Chor unexpectedly experienced a jolt of pain as his knee scraped against the rough stone wall. The sensation startled him, for he had become accustomed to the absence of physical feelings. Blinking his eyes, he discovered that his eyelids had grown back, and with a surge of excitement, he reached out to explore his body. Gravity, however, had other plans, pulling him down as he lost his grip on the wall and tumbled into the frigid waters below.
Pain reverberated through his nerves, each sensation a testament to his revived physicality. For Yip Chor, this agony served as an unbelievable revelation—a confirmation that his flesh had indeed regenerated. The magnitude of this restoration left him awestruck, how was this possible!!!!
As his body submerged, a moment of panic gripped Yip Chor. Inhaling water, his air supply depleted rapidly. Instinctively, he unleashed a combination of vibrations and the primal urge to break the surface, thrashing his arms against the water-filled shaft. Finally, he emerged, gasping for breath, his body convulsing with coughs and sputters, expelling the water that had invaded his lungs.
As he collected himself his hands rubbed his flesh through his tattered garments and found that it was hairless and smooth. He immediately noticed that his muscles were thicker, more defined. There was this slimy viscous liquid that coated his body which Yip Chor began to rub away, as he reached his face, a sliver of apprehension briefly gnawed at his gut... did he inherit the Colossal bird man's face? That apprehension was quickly blown away. No his face was decidedly human, but... different. Yip Chor noticed that his brow ridge was more pronounced, his cheekbones, sharper, and his eyes, larger.
As he rubbed the residue out of his eyes, he noticed that his physical sight had returned! He saw the dark cavern he resided within in hues of black and white, but each feature of the rocky shaft to the top was rendered in the clearest detail. A smile took over his face and he barely acknowledged the thought which said that the facial muscles he was using were very different. With an excited yell, he began slapping the water and the walls, letting out whoops of joy at his newfound state.
Finally, after his celebrations began calming down, he began considering how he would remove himself from this tomb. He recalled the way he had entered and realised that going back the same way would be next to impossible. The way back was too tight for a flesh body to traverse, and a substantial portion of it was submerged underwater. Worry tinged his thoughts. Had he recovered his body only to lose it once more?
Then, He recalled a split in the passageway above—a branching path he had not taken. With renewed hope and vigour, he began crawling upwards again, this time, careful of the edgy stone walls' pervasive influence on his soft flesh. His muscles, yet untrained, trembled under the weight of his body. The cool wet stone shaft lent an odorous accompaniment to his climb which held the silence of a Millenia, now disturbed.
With every step closer to the split in the shaft above, Yip Chor's mind swirled with hopeful thoughts of reunions with the world of the living, his family, and the possibility of witnessing the rising sun once again.