I fall, cold and directionless through the void, with neither prayers nor force backed by any will to arrest my descent. Yet as I enter this strange new realm, the warmth of sunlight tickling my senses, I finally notice the subtle pull of gravity tugging at the amalgamated mass of rock and petrified matter that is the comet containing my form. I crash upon a barren world without song, without life, without change.
THIS MUST NOT STAND.
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[Minor acts]
1: Create a batch of enchanted, fast-growing "Lethither" flowers that spread sleep-inducing pollen in the air, which coats solid objects that it touches a faint orange. The flowers themselves are a vibrant display of purple, white, and pink in random patches, with orange-and-yellow stamens in the center.
2: Create a pop of enchanted "Goura" bees easily the size of a human's fist, colored a deep orange with flecks of red. They are meant to harvest the flowers (they are immune to the pollen's effects) and create life-giving honey from them that can both nourish and heal living beings. Their sting induces a deep slumber, and can cause the Lethither flowers to grow from the bodies of organic beings, so as to assimilate them and produce more honey.
3: Create some mundane trees for the bees to live in. Nothing too special, think ash, oak, and alder trees as a start.
(( I know this will cut into my Essence by 1. I don't mind. This planet deserves Life. If I must sacrifice my body, then I shall. ))