Not going to call uncle

The ghostly god floated through the lands. Everything seemed different. There were mushrooms and crystals and things were glowing when they once were not. He had not seen the aftermath of the volcanic explosion, nor had he seen anything since. His idea of the world was as he left it years ago. When he came upon another wolf, something drew him closer, and he appeared the best he could near that wolf. "Excuse me," he called, his voice airy and booming from his body, but not exactly his maw. "Can you tell me what is going on? I have not seen these lands since before the volcano erupted and much has changed." He floated around to the being who had glowing ooze from his body. "I am Archon Abraxas, and I have come back from the dead, though I am not sure how or why."