As you approach the large crystal, it picks up a bluish shimmer, as if it has detected your proximity. The light intensifies upon your approach and by the time you have gotten close it has turned a brilliant turquoise. It makes contact with your mind, and without words or visions you realize that you are going to have to choose between two different, equally outdated takes on what exactly is wrong with me.
The naïve incarnation (1999-200X)
The dysphoric incarnation (200X-2009)
And it would appear that something, perhaps yet another selection, is taking shape, possibly to form in the near future.