@somaisbatmanā Iām glad you asked! A lot of things in sequence, but Iāll set the scene for you.
Earlier in this run, I accepted a quest from the village Elder of Tuwan here to retrieve a special spine fruit which evokes āHarvestryā, a skill that the cult of Tuwan highly values.
(How this particular fruit is moreĀ āharvestricā than any other fruit is beyond me.)
While I was about, I ran across a being calledĀ āOrā in a cavern somewhere. OrĀ is an alternate version of myself... Or perhaps, Iām an alternate version of Or.Ā Itās a fickle thingā mostly illusory, but given to flights of chaotic fancy when I collapse certain waveforms of reality that differ from the home reality from which it hails.
That is to say, if I were to coin a name for a place or thing that OrĀ wouldnāt, or if I were to share water with someone important, or complete a vital quest...
... Which I did here. OrĀ had opinions about me returning the Harvestric spine fruit, and promptly imploded. From the gap it left in causality, three items from my side-lives spilled forth:
An artifact I have yet to identify,
a section of piping full of algae-rich saltwater,
and a dreamcrungle.
Then I got dreamcrungled.
Woke up in the body of an electric spider deep underground, forced to either emerge victorious in its struggles or awake fitfully to my own life forever scarred by the trauma of experiencing being stepped on as a bug.
Standard dream quest stuff, you know how it goes.