Was- was that person watching me this whole time?
Our gazes met for an instant before I dashed behind one of the obelisks, making sure it obstructed their view of my dignity while also putting distance between it and my privates so that I didn't accidentally touch the obelisk.
It might've been the embarrassment of the situation, but I suddenly found myself being more polite. I didn't want to deface the... whatever I spawned on with my new genitals.
I peeked around the obelisk to see the only other person in the room, and they seemed to share the same embarrassment I felt, having their back facing towards me.
Now, the issue of procuring clothes.
Scratch that. I should have no trouble making them. If the power I asked god for works, I should be able to walk out of here with a decent outfit.
I backed away from the obelisk I hid behind, making backward steps while keeping my gaze fixed on the person's back. The platform I had manifested on was raised, so I carefully stepped down the stairs circling the platform.
When I was a good distance away, eyes still fixed on the person's back, I imagined a simple folding screen, hinges alternating in opposite directions with black panels matching the color of the person's vest.
It manifested in the blink of an eye, like an item in a video game spawning spontaneously, matching exactly how I pictured it.
That confirms my power.
I decided to make a few tweaks before getting dressed. Like threading through the eye of a needle, I imagined thin slits near where the panels were joined by the hinges, the hole much thinner than the gaps between the panels. I then imagined a sheet of fabric with a width exactly the same as the slits. The fabric weaved itself from my side through the slit before coming back through the nearest slit of the adjacent panel, coming back to meet itself on my side and covering the gaps between the panels. When the ends met, they magically joined together as if it was designed like that in the first place. I did this 4 more times, making sure the width of the fabric was exactly as I desired.
With my peek-proof changing screen finished, I focused on the clothes I'd wear when I walked out of this place. Before I started, I peeked from behind the changing screen, feeling less embarrassed about my nude state. They glanced back, having felt my gaze before quickly turning their head away.
On my side of the changing screen, I imagined a mirror only slightly taller than the screen I made.
I vaguely remembered the design of the mirror, having witnessed it a few times at an apartment my uncle used to stay at. It was a mirror that stood on 4 legs, with the mirror itself capable of tilting on a lateral axis so that you could adjust the angle you saw your reflection.
I considered manifesting it before realizing I don't remember how the axles were designed, instead electing for a simpler design of having an L-shaped frame, ensuring the base was big enough so that it wouldn't fall over, using my hand to keep it from falling as I adjusted the base's size. When I was comfortable with the mirror's design, I let go and then moved on to what clothes I'd wear.
Immediately, I created a pair of blue silky-smooth boxers before quickly putting them on. I thanked my familiarity with my underwear for not having to mull over the details to ensure it functioned properly or having to worry about it being too loose or too tight. They felt comfortable, and it felt like I didn't have to worry about tugging or pulling on them if they folded or wrinkled in a way that warranted doing so.
Next, I imagined a pair of jeans, creating whatever mental image first came to mind. A simple light blue denim with the usual belt loops, button, and zipper. I tested the zipper, moving it up and down a few times before going through the familiar motions of putting it on.
The brick-pattern ground was rough and felt slightly annoying to stand on barefoot, so I made some socks before creating and putting on some laceless shoes, specifically sneakers.
Lastly, the shirt. A simple grey, cotton, V-neck T-shirt to match the grey of the walls circling the room.
Satisfied with my outfit, I walked from behind my changing screen and called out to the person.
"You can look now!" I shouted at the person.
They turned around and saw my outfit. That's when I noticed the exit to this room.
When I began walking toward them, they pointed behind me and said something I couldn't make out. I turned towards where they were pointing and saw my changing panel with a bit of the mirror I made peeking above.
Are they worried about littering? Considering where I am, this might be a sacred or occult place, so it'd be best to not leave anything behind.
I walked towards the stuff I made.
Hmm... I don't need this stuff anymore since they've served their purpose. I'm not interested in carrying it around either. Maybe I should try unmaking it.
I walked further until the mirror I made was in my line of sight.
If I had no problem making these objects, I should have no problem getting rid- no, dissipating them. I can always make them later when I need them.
I imagined the mirror vanishing from existence as if it were a video game asset being deleted from the game. The impression it left felt more defined in my mind. I did the same to the special changing screen I made, making note of the fabric covers around the seams.
I dusted my hands like I did a job well done before turning to the person.
Judging from how their mouth was hanging open, I'm guessing that's not what they had in mind.
"Did you want us to carry it out of here?" I asked them.
They didn't answer.
With prospects of conversation going nowhere, I decided to get a better look at the person who had summoned me. Or rather, the person god had sent me to under the guise of them summoning me.
Underneath their black vest seemed to be a brown sweater vest with a collared white long-sleeve shirt under it. Their pants seemed to be a simple black, though it seemed lighter than their vest. It was hard to tell with the lack of lighting in the domed room we were in.
As for their features, from where I'm standing, they seemed to have dark blonde or hazel brown hair. It seemed their cut couldn't decide between being slicked back and messy, yet it somehow worked.
Their eyes were a vibrant emerald green, which seemed to be the same as the green light shining from the platform I was summoned on.
Speaking of which.
I turned back toward the altar. It was no longer glowing the same green I first saw when I manifested. The engravings were now a dull grey, like a neon lights sign had been turned off.
I heard footsteps and saw the person who summoned me walking toward the only exit I saw in the room. I didn't see any other exit when I was making my changing room and getting dressed.
The person turned back to me and said something in a louder voice.
Every syllable was loud and clear, yet I couldn't understand a single thing they said. As for their movements, they seemed to be saying "Come with me or I'll leave you here!", using their hand and flicking their wrist towards themselves.
A smile crept onto my face. The kind of smile that looked forward to the unknown.
I followed them out of the room, intending to stick close in every hall and corner we came across in this underground ruin.
A changing screen with hinges made of fabric or paper instead of mechanical parts made of metal or wood.