You stumble away from the fucking tree no better than you really were before you arrived. Technically, you’re worse. You used your drug magic. And even though it only lasts for about 30 seconds or so, the hallucinations that follow its use are rather fine motivation to no use it at all. Of course, when you don't use it, the effects seem to be just as bad. The fire in your belly smolders, seeming to eat away at your internal organs. And your skin… oh, your skin. The way the flesh seems to peel away from your body slowly… slowly… slowly… it’s excruciating.

As you lurch onward, your steps become steadier. The magic is fading away; your vision clears, your head stops swimming from images that are impossible to decipher from reality, and the need… the desire for your addiction returns. The pain is less agonizing now that you're freshly undrugged, but you know the pain will become worse, the same way it has every time before. Because you need to get off this rock, you try to resist the temptation to use your magic again. It’s hard, oh so hard. For the longest time, your magic has been the only thing in your life that you’ve actually needed. Unfortunately, once you start hallucinating it's rather unclear where you'll end up. You need a guide... Did you see Snowflake at the tree? You could try to find her...

Of course, relying on Snowflake to be do your bidding at all times is a poor plan at best. You can follow her around (gods have you tried to), but you lose her from time to time. A product of your drugs, your magic, or her ability to be stealthy, perhaps. Regardless, you doubt she wants to waddle around with you while you try to indulge in your habit. You're not sure she had the best time last time the two of you... you know, hung out on the beach and ate some of the plants.

Trying to fight through the pain, you force your brain to work. You think you may have managed to escape Ampere unnoticed, so now you need to work on your plan. Step one is to get off this stupid floating rock. You hate it so much, but somehow your subconscious keeps sending you back here like its very life depends on the matter. And once you’ve taken care of that, step two is getting to the beach. Do you even remember what direction that is?

Lord knows you’ll figure it out. You need to know if something has gone wrong with your magic to make the hallucinations as bad as they are, or if it is something about the toxic effects of the drug itself. And beyond that, it would be nice to know why you're suddenly in severe pain every time you don't use it. You're well past withdrawal stage.

@[Ampere]- still going to reply to our other one, promise, but I wanted to get this one done for timeline purposes. Sorry for double tag :(