Once everyone has gathered and the last body part is put in...
Suddenly, the bowl inverts and becomes stairs, leading from one edge of the hole into the lower part up to -- well. The thing that is forming.
It takes the general outline of a person, using the body parts you placed in, but it's all wrong. Most of the body is missing, of course, and floating in place with everything behind it visible. From the top, you have a mask-like face with a single eye and a mouth attached to it, with the brain tucked away in a skull hanging behind it. No torso, but you can see the core floating slightly in front of the heart, and a womb some distance below that. No arms, but a right hand, and a single finger from the left hand. A tail hanging shortly below the womb. A single foot.
Then there's the fact that it's all mismatched in size, colors, sexes -- at least, the parts that don't just look like generic organs. But the heart is too small for an adult body, as is the right hand; the other floating finger is long and elegant, the eye isn't Alma's normal eye color... and so on.
It hovers there, in that strange, grotesque amalgamation of parts, then abruptly slams together, flattens, broadens, changes color and tone and material: changes into a door.
PATH TO THE TRUE HEART
Suddenly, the bowl inverts and becomes stairs, leading from one edge of the hole into the lower part up to -- well. The thing that is forming.
It takes the general outline of a person, using the body parts you placed in, but it's all wrong. Most of the body is missing, of course, and floating in place with everything behind it visible. From the top, you have a mask-like face with a single eye and a mouth attached to it, with the brain tucked away in a skull hanging behind it. No torso, but you can see the core floating slightly in front of the heart, and a womb some distance below that. No arms, but a right hand, and a single finger from the left hand. A tail hanging shortly below the womb. A single foot.
Then there's the fact that it's all mismatched in size, colors, sexes -- at least, the parts that don't just look like generic organs. But the heart is too small for an adult body, as is the right hand; the other floating finger is long and elegant, the eye isn't Alma's normal eye color... and so on.
It hovers there, in that strange, grotesque amalgamation of parts, then abruptly slams together, flattens, broadens, changes color and tone and material: changes into a door.
"WHO AM I" is carved into the wood.
((Everyone can answer individually to enter))