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1: Tazim, in the darkness of his self, grins wickedly as he ponders his orb.
Tazim: Finally… how long has it been since he took you…
2: He finally puts his hands on the orb.
Tazim: So many secrets long forgo-
3: His expression has changed to one of distraught amazement.
4: His serpentine body is now seen floating alone in a void of black as he clutches the orb.
Tazim: …my gods.
5: Blackness.
Tazim: …now I remember…

Same, bro
Yeah that’s a mood, Tazim.
“… I left the stove on when I left for work this morning…”
— Tazim, probably.
When you ponder the orb a little too hard, and dissolve your consciousness back into the primordial space that birthed it. Heh, if I had a nickel for every time…
Yeah!
It happens to me every day!
;D 😀