This spell grows an inert duplicate of a living, Medium creature as a safeguard against death. This clone forms inside a sealed vessel and grows to full size and maturity after 120 days; you can also choose to have the clone be a younger version of the same creature. It remains inert and endures indefinitely, as long as its vessel remains undisturbed.

At any time after the clone matures, if the original creature dies, its soul transfers to the clone, provided that the soul is free and willing to return. The clone is physically identical to the original and has the same personality, memories, and abilities, but none of the original's equipment. The original creature's physical remains, if they still exist, become inert and can't thereafter be restored to life, since the creature's soul is elsewhere.

Despite sweat stinging your eyes, you persist in chanting, refraining from wiping it away. A single misstep risks squandering meticulous effort and a princely component. A peculiar aroma—burnt hair mingled with bacon—fills the air, and briefly, consciousness wavers. Regaining focus, you continue chanting, relishing the final gesture. The realization settles that, though days may elapse, the spell is triumphantly finished.

I Cast Clone
A diamond descends into the colossal urn, followed by flesh. In the tradition of ancient golems, this is my semi-creation, dormant until its progenitor's demise. Over months, within the urn's womb, it gestates—a shell craving thoughts, feelings, and a soul infused by the progenitor's final breath.