"Spectator," I called out, my voice echoing softly in the emptiness. "You said I have to figure things out for myself, but… I think I would need some guidance. I don't quite know where to start."
There was a pause, and then the figure spoke, calm and steady as always.
"Very well. I will explain what I can. But remember, the answers you seek are within you. I can only point you in the right direction."
I nodded.
"Okay. Start with absolute self-resurrection. What is it? How does it work?"
The Spectator's voice took on a more instructive tone, like a teacher addressing a student.