Shinsou Vaan Osiris was having a difficult time distinguishing the actual minerals from the pallet of colours, but Leoric had come up with an excellent idea.

Taste the minerals.

The Telgradian dipped his finger in the pooled, tiedye liquid beneath him and put it to the tip of his tongue.

Suddenly, in a flash, the whole room went fucking nuts. The sun fizzled out in what seemed to be a matter of moments and the moon careered through the cave door like a gods damned meteor strike. The Telgradian's eyes widened as the illusions got worse; it wouldn’t be long before the fucking sky fell, or his body seperated into twenty million cuboids of identical mass and measurement.

The psychadellic trip had no intention of abating, even after Shinsou rubbed his face on one of the jagged rocky outcrops. Even as his random shouting and singing died down, the Telgradian asked Leoric if he could ride him like a horse.

Whatever this stuff was, it wasn't from the rocks.

"Sshhhhroooooooooooommmmms." Came the slurred, almost unintelligible noise from the man. "Shrroommmmmmmmmmmmm liquidsssssssssssss"