A snail climbs onto a table. It’s flexible eye stalks extend to reveal tiny eyes browsing the faces around itself. This tiny marvel begins to transmute itself into the most advanced life form it can find. One of it’s tiny eyes begin to grow, beginning to look just like mine. With a stare that reaches into my very soul I see my own face begin to unfold in front of me. A slow and seemingly arduous process, a complete head now levitates in front of me. I reach to touch my duplicate face, but no matter how I try, my efforts are met with opposition. It cannot be disturbed. It opposes all matter, mimicking two similar poles of a magnet. It has a liquid and almost unnatural appearance. I continue watching as limbs are being called into existence, fingers extending and being followed by it’s newly developed eyes. Soon, what looks like a human is standing before me with an odd expression on it’s face. Pain. Being in it’s current state is an act against the rules of our realm. Energy is said to neither be created nor destroyed. As I considered this human declaration, the being in front of me lost the will to contain itself. Being thrust in every direction, it disappeared from my sight. Perhaps if it had tried it’s transformation elsewhere, where the rules of man had not been so harshly ground into the very fabric of nature, it would have survived. But then again…perhaps it never died…