My tongue flickered out, giving me a taste of the green world around me. Grass. It was grass. I instinctively knew it as grass… what a pretty color. I wanted it. I wanted it for myself. So as a passing piece of mana entered my vision, I stretched my tongue out once more and grabbed it, using it to reform my entire body.
The rough pentagon texture that was deemed as my skin flushed a grass green. It was mine now. It was all mine, and I loved to have it. But at the same time, I didn't just want it, but I wanted to take care of it. I wanted it to flourish. I wanted it to spread. This pretty green, oh, how much I wanted it to spread.
So, just as another piece of mana drifted past me, I used my tongue to grab it and formed it once again—a single cell. With another piece of mana, now that I was slightly used to it, I formed a few molecules. It squirmed in my vision, automatically zooming into its microscopic presence. It was beautiful. It was so green and beautiful.
