There's something addicting about watercolor

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He floated there, not ethereal nor solid but in a state he could only describe as limbo. He could see again, he had both arms but could not escape that he also had nothing all the same.
The healer had warned him of the effects of using his growing powers, and even Cyan, loathe as he was to admit to it, had been right about his link with Udjat.

So it stood with reasoning that if he was the 'base result', then the blueprint of everything else was within him as well. With time seeming limitless, he pondered this deeply.