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Hmm? You seem to be new here. Oh! You're still partially tethered to a living body. Now calm down you can still return to the living world, but you need to follow my instructions. Now I know the situation is bad, but please try to relax. Let all your prior thoughts and engagements pass to the back of your mind where it’s impossible to tell if they even exist.
Think of a tranquil grove of trees, each tree is a fragment of yourself. It’s absolutely tranquil, the weather and temperature being perfect. Simply being here relieves you of any worldly needs. Your muscles loosen up and your thoughts slow down, as if they weren’t worth contemplating in the first place. All these restful thoughts makes you want to take a nap under the shade, like going to sleep after a hard day’s work, every muscle unwilling to move any further. Just sit in the shade and rest your eyes. You don’t have to think about anything, just relax completely free from thought.

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Leaves begin to turn orange and fall off. The insignificant pieces of you die and decay, alleviating you from needing to obey these meaningless whims. Little mannerisms, small needless movements, inclinations to lean your body one way or another, all of these quirks withdraw from existence, leaving no proof they were ever there.
The furthermost branches begin to rot away, each one cracking and falling off until there is none left, and with them more key memories start to disappear. Things you don’t use in normal life, hopes for the future, nostalgia, useless spare knowledge, are wiped forever off your mind. Nothing would make you more pleased than to never need to think of them again.
The trunks begin to rot, and with them basic functioning becomes more difficult. Thinking about how to accomplish new tasks and basic skills needed to exist like cooking, reading, and planning disappear like ice melting under the sun, never to be seen again. All these will never trouble you again.
Finally the deepest vestige of yourself start to disappear, the name you go by, every place and person you've ever known in your life, these simple things quietly shrivel up and die. Even the mere thought to think of recalling this becomes impossible, you could never have known it existed in the first place. Letting this happen is alright, no one wants to be troubled by needless information.
Take a few moments to feel the last pieces of you die away, the last tree rotted away, with no desire to keep itself up any longer. You don’t have to worry about doing anything, just float in this state of utter relief from your burdens.  Having your mind emptied of thoughts feels so pleasant, a weight that you needed to be relieved of. Not needing to think or know about anything, utterly free from attachments and responsibility. At this moment you’re in absolute peace, nothing can harm you and there is nothing to think about.

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A cool fog rolls through the empty channels of your mind rejuvenating them with new thoughts and desires. These contain all your skills, each one instinctive. You’ve done them so many time you could perform them in your sleep.
The fluid motions of slicing the air with your blades, the practiced portions of ingredients when cooking, and examining for signs of illness for the trees in the garden. All of these return to you filling you with a sense of happiness and fulfillment at the prospect of exercising them once again. You recall an old man in green sternly watching over your juvenile form as you practiced your swordplay.
All of these memories have me intermingled with them at some point, you’ve always needed a master to tell you what to do, it’s what brings you happiness and purpose, without one you’d end up lost, completely aimless and miserable.
Your personality starts to form, a little too serious and straightforward, but extremely loyal. This has lead you to be easily manipulated. Your fear of dark places and angry ghosts instills itself like any normal phobia.
These new thoughts and abilities suit you well, you were born for this very purpose, thinking this way provides you with satisfaction and fulfillment, like finally finishing a great task.

The body you're barely tethered to start to adjust itself to suit your soul, reforming its shape and strength. The skeleton shrinks and adjust, the bones small, but strong due to repeated exercise. A tight layer of muscles develop giving you the strength you’ll need to accomplish your tasks. The skin starts to reform losing the folds and scars of age and wear, any body hair thinning into nonexistence, leaving it smooth and youthful. The hair on your head fades becoming lighter and lighter until it’s left with only white. External features to shift and change, starting at the face leaving it with more delicate and feminine features. Shoulder bones compress into a narrow girlish figure, further down your chest grows small pair of breasts. The fat on the waste melts away and the hips push out ever so faintly. The thighs are left filled and possessing a slight curve. Your shins slim down and your feet compress themselves into a dainty feminine form. With this your body is just as it should be, comfortable and natural.
It’s not as if there was possible way for it to be otherwise.

Now then, you should have a complete idea of who you are. Upon waking you won’t remember any of this occurring, it will simply be your everyday life as usual.
Now go return your body, Youmu.