Bad-Luck-Wolf

I dreamt I was a necromancer, dreamt I was a demigod who resurrected cultures, peoples, skin and teeth and bones and hair. I dreamt I was a logician, clinician, an imagined anthropologist, a linguist tinged with dark, dark magic: drew dialects into my mouth, reawakened languages, undid a hundred hundred years. but it's a heavy, pricy spell. I take the weight of ages and ages. the yokes of seven continents clang upon my pale brown hands.