Vaguely displaced, I'm gorging in order to execute a spectacular metamorphosis.

Without a specific set of walls around my free-floating being, the degree of my nebulous nature strikes me as a bit disconcerting.

I must gain density (destiny?). Adorning myself in rings of hematite and terminated quartz crystals was surely a good idea, even though I've never been much for a graceful goodbye.

Opportunity doesn't seem to be knocking very loudly.