"The destination must lay before me, surely; my mind whispers to me that the journey nears its conclusion.
Before me is the pedastal, on top of which rests the font that I require to escape this burdened ignorance. My journey, though perilous, pales in comparison to this eternal reward. In this desolate field, under the Queen's Moon no less, exists the last barrier between myself and that which I desire most: the being.
Shapeless. Formless. Familiar.
I am beckoned to take what has been mine since the beginning of my ascension.
Not a night under Her watchful eye have I not dreamed of this moment, this attempt at conversing in Her language. I discard my weapons, as they are no longer needed. I approach the font, my attire a ragged burlap sack stained with the toiling of a lifetime, and take it into me. Fire races across my body. At this moment, what was once formless chooses definition.
I scream until I am hoarse, my blood boiling before the Queen's Moon. The being, graced by Her light, is engulfed in agony matched only by my own; it learns an expression from its creator.
The being, graced by Her light, shifts its arms, lowering its head to echo my cries.
I begin to look upward, seeking an escape. Behind my eyes, a flame begins to burn, joining my vision with the other's. The field is rendered to clay, and is sculpted into what the Moon wills. A demonstration of unwavering power.
Understanding shifts us, my other rising above with me over the ethereal material. Below me, the ground stirs like water.
The other's screams are unworldly, echoing through what remains of my mind and casting fuel on the fire. I weep in pain as my essence seeps from the pores of my skin, Her light enveloping us.
What remains of myself is discarded. The power that I seek is beyond physical comprehension, and the limitations of the flesh need not apply. For a time that can only be described of as eons and millenia, I burn. My ashes become every blade of grass. Every weary slave. Every fearful master.
My power, of supremacy to the alchemists and mystics of my doomed land, has now manifested. My consciousness becomes the stone of mountains."
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