It took what felt like half an hour, but the bag was eventually filled to capacity with Matias's essence. He blessed whatever higher power allowed this to happen, because now he was beginning to feeling queasy, his vision beginning to look like watercolors. With a soft exhale, he closed his eyes tightly and opened them wide. It helped a bit, his vision now veering towards acrylic expressionism.

"I really hope I don't have to do this again any time soon," he grumbled, leaning back as the pins and needles were beginning to subside.