I had never intended the disasters that befell me. Hubris blinded me to those dangers. Security footage in Atlas Park City Hall captured this view of me late one night as we fought off interlopers of ill intent. That’s me in the stone.
It’s hard to describe the feeling of being encased in your own mistakes like this. One one hand I feel as safe as I can be, the outside world firmly outside while I’m left to my own thoughts. Subtle vents of porous rock allow me to breath and hear in a limited sense. I’ve had to bolster this with some simple incantations else I would be shouting and shouted at constantly.
While the Incantation succeeded wonderfully I am having trouble mastering the removal. My master of enchantment is woefully lacking and while I’ve had ample time isn’t as simple a commodity as some make it out to be.