*Bzzt*. Oh god, what was that? Spatial displacement? God, I feel like I'm about to- "Ugh, blech.", vomit. The taste of acid lingers on my tongue and houses itself in my mouth.
The smell was also terribly rancid... Wait, what? I can taste and smell?
I look down and see my body, my body! Never once did I ever think I'd be so elated to see it. My hands and fingers open and close without any resistance, and my body moves smoothly, far smoother than I remember it.
*Are you satisfied with your new body?*, asks the Old God.
I look up at him and nod, "This is the greatest thing ever. Thank you for giving me my body back... Old God? I don't know your name."
The Old God's cheeks redden with apparent embarrassment. *Cough. Apologies for the late introduction. My name is Wyrev, God of Time, Great Father from Old Shores, He who was the First and shall be the Last, and many other names and titles that you would not begin to understand.*
Those are some heavy titles. So Wyrev, the Old God standing before me, is a god of time.
"Um, Mr. Wyrev-"
*Please, just call me Wyrev, God of Time.*
"Okay Mr. Wyrev, God of Time, what is this body. Because it feels... for lack of a better word, it feels better than the one I had before."
Wyrev smiles at my words. He places a massive white hand on my shoulder, saying *I'm glad you were able to notice that. The body I put your soul into is very different from the ones of Mortals. See, that body-* he puts a finger on my chest above the heart, *has a divine heart. You'll get used to the divinity with time. Until then, live, survive, thrive. Enjoy yourself in this world.*
Before his final words can land home, another *Bzzt* occurs and I'm spatially displaced. Displaced onto a foreign world.