Your Body melts into a humanoid-shaped mass of liquid flesh.
Your Walking Speed becomes 20, and you gain Amorphous till the end of your next Turn.
Your essence liquefies, a surreal transformation into a sinuous pool of liquid form. Eyes widen as the sight unsettles nearby beings. A wave of fear ripples through those unable to comprehend the eldritch metamorphosis. Boundaries dissolve as you navigate tight spaces with aqueous grace, speech silenced in the fluid dance. Swift and formless, you leave an imprint of unease, reverting to solidity at the turn's end.