The process takes a few days as from the roots of the Tree, Amos is reborn.
It's largely like the last time he's been through this (Amos needs to get the equivalent of frequent flier miles at this rate), peaceful and uneventful despite the violence of how he’d ended up here. However, there is one thing that he’ll remember, if only faintly. It’s an out of body experience, quite literally, as he doesn’t seem to have a body at all. There’s a teal-colored light that he can perceive, and it’s bright enough (or maybe he’s just not able to see?) to muddy details of the single thing he remembers seeing. A silver hand reaches out, not for him, but for something else. He can’t see what it ends up grabbing, but he can see the silver of the hand seem to “rust” within the light as if rapidly degrading and aging. But that’s all.
When Amos comes to, he’ll find himself encased in a cocoon. The cocoon is filled with the same familiar sap that the sarcophagi in Yima’s basement had been, just up to Amos’s neck. Vines snake along his limbs and encase them slightly, though they're weak and easily broken and he stirs.
The thin material of the cocoon isn’t difficult to break through, but it still feels like a great effort because of how weak he feels. It’s as if he’s been doing days of strenuous activity, and the feeling will linger along with general body aches and chills for the next few days as his body demands rest and recovery.
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It's largely like the last time he's been through this (Amos needs to get the equivalent of frequent flier miles at this rate), peaceful and uneventful despite the violence of how he’d ended up here. However, there is one thing that he’ll remember, if only faintly. It’s an out of body experience, quite literally, as he doesn’t seem to have a body at all. There’s a teal-colored light that he can perceive, and it’s bright enough (or maybe he’s just not able to see?) to muddy details of the single thing he remembers seeing. A silver hand reaches out, not for him, but for something else. He can’t see what it ends up grabbing, but he can see the silver of the hand seem to “rust” within the light as if rapidly degrading and aging. But that’s all.
When Amos comes to, he’ll find himself encased in a cocoon. The cocoon is filled with the same familiar sap that the sarcophagi in Yima’s basement had been, just up to Amos’s neck. Vines snake along his limbs and encase them slightly, though they're weak and easily broken and he stirs.
The thin material of the cocoon isn’t difficult to break through, but it still feels like a great effort because of how weak he feels. It’s as if he’s been doing days of strenuous activity, and the feeling will linger along with general body aches and chills for the next few days as his body demands rest and recovery.