All is not well this evening. I originally paid little mind to how I had returned to my form, other than the sudden bout of mirth resulting from it. At last, I was no longer a shadow! I once again could speak audibly, touch, sense… After taking a moment to regain my composure, it then came to my attention to see if my abilities were intact. This unfortunately, is the issue. My usual chant to summon my Tome of Judgment was to no avail. Surely, this must have been a ruse. A clever one at that. I tried once more, this time attempting to cast a benign healing spell, yielding nothing. I could sense my will coursing through my body. Yet, why was I no longer able to work with it? I had come to rely on the arts of sorcery, due to my physical weakness. Without it, death would come as swiftly to reclaim as my return. One would assume I was aggravated. And why would I not be, considering the fact that I was defenseless against any threats in this world? No longer could I freely travel through beyond the realms in the heavens, nor could I place myself at any location within one as I pleased. I became mortified, paralyzed at the notions of what forsaken creatures (or mortals, choose your poison) I might run into. There had to be some manner to regain what I had lost. No different than the heart, perhaps an easier task at best. Rest will decide my fate. With the closure of my eyes, new ideas will come to fruition. This must mean something. A trial given by an anonymous deity? No, that cannot be it. Enough musings. One never knows what tomorrow shall bring.