You shake hands with the flesh, lathering yourself with the juices firmly enough that it squirms to make way for you.
You stride forward in search of the voice till you stumble upon a being of eldritch origins. The creature doesn't see 'you' but what makes you and with a shake of its hand, it grants you a new identity for the source of all problems is the state of being. Hence it grants you another chance to be as a reward for your bravery.
(I'll subscribe to your story...I hope that's enough)