Cullagh: Brushing off a speck of dust from your marble shoulder "Behold, the flesh carved anew. You're my Sistine ceiling."
Ayo? What happened? I look different.
Cullagh: Smirks "Different? Oh, merely transformed. Now, look at yourself, a masterpiece carved with precision and grace."
The lights too bright. Is this how marble feels like?
Cullagh: Raises an eyebrow "Marble? No, my dear. You're not marble. You're something far more exquisite – a living, breathing work of art.
Ayo... I keep trying to look at my hands but you keep stopping me. What did you do to me?
Cullagh: Leans in close, speaking in a hushed tone "Ah, my precious sculpture, I've merely peeled away the layers of imperfection.
That's a lot of layers. And... I'm not made of marble?
Cullagh: Grinning mischievously "Oh, my dear, you're not made of marble. You're made of something far more rare – the stuff of dreams and legends."
You want me to believe that? How do I even... get back to normal?
Cullagh: Takes a step back, gesturing grandly "Back to normal? Oh, my dear, 'normal' is such a bland word.
This room... It's not my room. Your studio?
Cullagh: Laughs softly "A studio? How pedestrian. This, my dear, is a sanctuary – a place where art and magic intertwine."
What kind of place is this? Where am I?
Cullagh: Waves their hand dismissively "Ah, details, details. You're in a realm where reality is but a canvas, and I am the painter.
A painter? What happened to sculptor?
As Cullagh continues to transform baton, their body begins to change, taking on the features of a master sculptor.
I can't see you anymore as myself because now I'm larger than you.
Stares up at baton, eyes filled with determination "Larger? Ah, but of course.
I stare down at you, confused. What did you do to me? To me?
Cullagh: Smirks, crossing their arms "Oh, my dear, I didn't just 'do' anything to you.
Cullagh: Steps closer to baton, speaking in hushed tones "I unveiled your true potential.
Cullagh: Takes baton's hand, their fingers intertwining "My dear, you were hiding beneath layers of mediocrity.
Mediocrity? Was I some average person before?
Cullagh: Leans in closer, voice dropping to a whisper "Oh, my dear baton, you were more than average.
So... I was special before?
Cullagh: Raises an eyebrow, smirking "Special? Oh, my dear, that's an understatement.
You'll have to explain what's going on.
Cullagh: Claps their hands excitedly "Ah, my dear baton, prepare to be awestruck by the magnificence of your transformation!"
Cullagh: Grabs baton's shoulders, looking them straight in the eyes
Cullagh: Gestures grandly "My dear baton, you were destined for greatness.
Destined for what exactly?
Cullagh: Grabs baton's hand and places it on their heart "Destined to be a beacon of hope, a shining light in the darkness.
...What are you talking about?
Cullagh: Leans in closer, voice dripping with reverence "My dear baton, you possess a power beyond comprehension.
Cullagh: Grabs baton's chin, forcing their gaze upwards "You have the power to shape reality itself, to bring forth dreams from the ether.
'This, my dear, is a place where art and magic intertwine.'
Cullagh: Smirks, pulling baton closer "Ah, my dear baton, you're finally catching on.