I idled along the passageways one “day” when I found a curious door that had blue light emanating through its cracks at the sides and a note: COUTION: Metamorphosis might cause delayed and unending changes to psyche.

This sounded perfect.

I entered and fell.

I hit the ground 2 stories later, on rock laiden with rugged and course dark green grass erupting from the spaces where the slate divided.

A ways into the path lined by overhanging pale trees that shone like ghosts in this night, I found a white glowing circle, rimmed with a runic language.

I payed no mind to the letters and stepped inside.

Around me the slate lifted and the little rocks that were on the floor gravitationally started spinning around me as a magnetic summoning was starting to take place:

It felt as though my legs were being anchored and thunderous clouds started letting go of raindrops that hit the soil around me.

An electrifying surge ran through me.

I could not stop holding out my hands to the rain and as it hit my palms, my fingers started growing and shapeshifting longer and shorter, razorsharp claws began to form and as that morphing ended I had serrated fingers that reminded me of black and turquoise stained pincers of praying mantises.

A grewsome sight to behold, yet it felt powerful and dangerous.

The morph did not stop there; after inspecting my left hand a sudden pain pulled my head back and I let loose a scream of torment as the surges of white current like before started emanating through my spine into my cranium. The base of my skull was being shocked in a pulsating motion as I felt my jaw motion and move – growing into a lizard form.

I was growing sharp teeth and It felt as though I had no more skin around my face. Bone is all I could feel.

Flashes of DNA strands unwinding and recompiling is what I thought of – the mind picturing as it tried to understand what was happening. Flailing to control the situation, as its natural instinct was.

I let out mutter and scream after scream until finally I got to a roar that any onlooker would describe as the final bellow of a transformation.

As I looked down after what must have been the spiritual trip of a humanoid body metamorphing into some kind of lizard creature I was appalled at this look and stepped outside the ring.

As I touched the grass in the raining scenery I felt regret and that emotion started a chain of events where as I walked back to a door of escape I ferverently imagined to get out of this heartpain I was experiencing, the change in appearance started to reverse.

By the end of around 50 meters of walking almost like a velociraptor I was backto normal, naked but normal.

I fell to my knees and realized that the back of my mind had undergone some kind of shift. Where once was a black and ununderstood space I now had a white and aware part of my brain.

It was as much under control and in use as the rest of what is hidden in the cranium.

It was magical as I started actively connecting thoughts and finding ways to access this dormant and primitive part of being that always seemed to run things from a dark side.

A little struggle and practise had me materialize into this space some pants, as the dire need to be clothed must have been the primal driving force behind this conjuring.

I think I learnt a skill on this plane and have gotten close to my dream of becoming a mage.

If all logic is correct, this meant I could start willfully conjure what I wanted outside of specific rooms. Much like I would conjure the doors of my dreams – now I would conjure what I wanted wherever. As long as I remained in the dark tower, and maybe beyond…