11 Skepticism (1/2)

I watched as my human flesh dissipated and vanished into nothingness. In what felt like seconds the mirror-like images of myself revealed nothing, indicating that I had turned invisible.

[You have been transformed into what you originally were: invisible motes of divine energy. To change your form once more all you have to do is will your appearance to change. You can take on any form, merely will it into being.] The voice of the system whispered into my mind. I smiled and considered what to mold myself into.

”What form would most inspire awe?” I asked myself, my voice exuding from nothing, seemingly coming out of no place in particular. My mind was running a kilometer a minute. After I was still invisible for over what felt like a minute and as indecisive as ever I opted to try something: to try and change my form.

I imagined the basic frame of my humanesque form and visualized this form appearing where I was. It took a few moments, but eventually, I gained a new, featureless body. I watched arms form from nothing, a torso spring into being, legs phase into existence and other body parts suddenly start to exist.

I examined my unmemorable form and mentally smiled. There was no mouth on my temporary form. I continued to ponder what to make. I thought back to all of the things I had seen before. As I did I noticed something that linked the elementals I had seen: they had an order to them.

The fire beings I saw were just fire. The air beings I saw were just air. The earth beings I saw were just earth. There was creativity in their forms, but no true mixing of elements. The humanoid-like gods I saw were different though.

They mixed and matched parts of humanoid anatomy with parts of animal anatomy, and I liked that. It spoke to a part of me that I couldn't yet name but felt in my heart. Something about the images of them in my mind was comforting and pleasant.

For a moment I wondered if it was the influence of the domain of chaos on my mind and in my heart. And I almost immediately realized that it was probably was.

”I should create something truly unique. Something that isn't one thing or another, but mixes and matches.” I thought, free and safe to be creative in this mental space.

”That way whoever witnesses my form imagines that I am myself a mixture of things and thus something new. Not something ordered and structured, but something chaotic and free.” I realized, being seized by creativity after spending moments contemplating the majesty of the forms of the creatures that I had seen.

I visualized something new and something more memorable: my right hand transforming from flesh into flames. And this time it took less time than before to shift from flesh into something else.

In almost no time at all I watched my flesh melt away and be replaced with a blazing fire. I looked over to my left hand and imagined this process taking place again but with water. In seconds my fleshy arm fell away and was replaced by a tendril of freshwater.

For my lower body, I felt like being more consistent. I envisioned my lower body becoming not a thing of flesh and muscle but instead one single solid hunk of stone and grass. And in the span of the time it took to snap one's finger, the boundaries between my two legs vanished and instead my lower body became a thing of rolling stone and soil.

At this point, the last part of me that was left was my head. And only one core element left: the element of air.

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I sprang into this body knowing things. I didn't know many things, but what I knew, I knew. One of the things I came into being understanding was the necessity of four basic elements: fire, water, earth, and air. This understanding was enhanced by my conversation with Mateo and Isadora.

I knew that the four elements were basic necessities for humans and many other lifeforms. A part of me knew and understood that most living creatures in worlds like this one breathed air, drank water, stood on earth, and needed the heat of fire in order to live. Not all living creatures, but most of them, in this world if nowhere else, needed at least three of those elements.

I knew that those four things also had their own subdomains. This was more of that mysterious knowledge that both the system and I had hypothesized came from a domain, subdomain, domains, or subdomains. I knew that these subdomains were powerful ones. And I hoped that I'd get to begin to gain influence over them soon.

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I watched as my head faded away. And a heartbeat later my head was replaced with someone else. Where a head of flesh had once been a face and a head made of solidified, marble white air floated in its place. The colored air that made up my face had a pleasant expression planted on its lips.

I was smiling, impressed by my new form. I spent a moment alone with my thoughts. And then I was interrupted.

[Hello Althos. Do you wish for this to be your form, or would you like something more harvest oriented?] The system asked, curious as to why I wanted this form. I had, after all, made it by hand. In response, I shook my head.

I took a second to pause and consider a legitimate rationale before opening my airy mouth to speak. When one came to mind my smile was not only external but internal as well.

”This form is the form of the harmony needed for a good harvest. For a good harvest must have a bounty of soil,” I said gesturing to my legs. ”One must have the light and love of the sun to consume.” I told my lone companion, as I rose my fiery appendage.

”One must have the kiss of rain,” I said, thinking on my feet of the knowledge gifted to me by sources unknown as I rose my other arm. ”And one must have oxygen for plants to breath.” I said, pointing my limbs at my face.

”Put them together and mix in some hard work and you will get a good harvest. Me. If you mix the elements together and work hard, you can have a Cosecha!” I said, excitedly. My grin was wide to bursting and I heard a soft laugh from the system itself.

[That's fair enough we suppose. And an interesting take on what it takes to get a good harvest.] The system told me, admitting that there was creativity to my approach to the first divine form I made for myself. There was a pause for a second, a solitary moment of silence. It was ended almost immediately.

[Are you ready to enter Alma's dream?] The system asked, identifying the name of the person whose dream I was about to step into for the first time. I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard a smile in its voice. A wry one. I grinned and nodded at it, excited to explore a new land in my divine form.

One second I was standing in the blank, white space. And the next I wasn't.

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I found myself standing in front of a windswept forest. Underneath my earthen feet was a path that wound into the forest. I turned around and looked behind me and saw a gentle and idyllic grassland. I wasn't oblivious to the fact that this what surrounded me was likely a version of the world as remembered by this woman, Alma. It didn't take a genius to come to that logical leap.

Weirdly enough I didn't see Alma herself. I turned and looked into the forest, scanning it as far as I could see, and didn't see her. ”She must be deeper in the forest.” I realized. As I spoke I heard my voice in my head, and keenly realized that my voice was awfully mundane which didn't fit with the potent imagery of my physical form.

I began to move into the forest and began to softly speak so as to work to speak in a voice that was more befitting my fantastic form. ”My name is Cosecha,” I said, as I took my first few steps, lowering my voice an entire octave.

While I was moving into the forest I mentally targeted my goblin friend Troik and tested if I could activate powers in this place. I targeted the goblin, focused on giving him restful sleep, and was disappointed when it didn't work.

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The forest I was traveling through was eerily silent. No other lifeforms surrounded me as I strode atop the winding path I emerged into this place onto. Aside from me saying words and sentences in various voices, no other sounds could be heard as I moved past trees, vegetation, and shrubbery. And while I was here this place was either abandoned or my tremorsense power also didn't work.

One difference from this forest and the forest of the world was that this forest was bright. For some reason, this place's canopy must not have been as dense as the real-world's forest canopy because bright light readily shone through the treetops down to the forest floor. It made this forest a beautiful, peaceful place for exploring.