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By DigitalSymbiote

The last of the potion passes your lips and you swallow the tasteless liquid. A feeling of static passes over your skin, but nothing else seems to happen.

A potion of Actualization, of Self-Shaping, of Becoming. That's what it was supposed to be.

You look down at the empty bottle in your hands, wondering what those things are supposed to feel like. Whatever it was supposed to trigger doesn't seem to be-

Something clicks in your brain. Something that was always there//Something that was never there.

You think about what you wish you were//You think about what you are.

You think about how you wish you were [####]//You think about how you are [####]

You're thoughts bleed into each other and you realize that they are YOUR thoughts, and that you have control over them.

You are you.

You are what you have always been.

You are what you were always meant to be.

You are what you choose to be.

You are you.