Where'd my beard go?

As he stepped into the mirror Korick lost all sense of himself. He felt as if he was being pulled through a thick pudding. As the thick liquid of the mirror enveloped him his body gave way to his consciousnesses.Korick felt a                strange sense of strength being stripped of his earthly flesh. To be pure consciousnesses was a heady feeling, like being one big beard. The realm he traveled through was impossible to comprehend. The most he could see was a color, witch was strange having no eyes to see with. It was so intense that he couldn't focus on it simply let it flood through him. If he had to put a name to it he would have called it blurple... no greange, blaed? It was impossible to categorize. Just as he was coming to fully utilize his new "form" he came hurtling back to his body. He attempted to stand and instead a torrent of vomit came bursting from his very core. This is why dwarves didn't become mages.